Second hand tales of derring do.
My Mum and Dad never really drank much while we were kids; hangovers are too much much work when you've got four destructive little rugrats.

However we had some fine sessions in company as adults, and one evening my Dad told me a story from his misspent youth.

In the 50s he was working in Malta, earning a lot and spending most of it on having fun. One morning he went down to breakfast in the pensione, looked out of the window and his car wasn't there. He rang up the guys he'd been drinking with the night before, and heard the Tale of the Grand Harbour Mole.

If you drink enough, you can fit 9 naval officers and a dentist (Dad) into a Morris Minor. If you drink more than enough, you can do handbrake turns. If you drink far too much, you can put a half naked tart on the roof, and do a full 360 here: mw2.google.com/mw-panoramio/photos/small/29513618.jpg

I'm lucky to be here.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Fri 25 Feb 2011, 22:41, 3 replies)

Haaaaaaaa! FAN-CHUFFING-TASTIC!
Digging that ;)
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Fri 25 Feb 2011, 23:06, closed)

Where was the car? In the harbour?
(wino.NZ The Ayatollah of rock n' rolla..., Fri 25 Feb 2011, 23:35, closed)

Outside the dock gate
...where it had run out of petrol.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Sat 26 Feb 2011, 22:36, closed)