You'd Think I'd Know Better
On the way back home from a particularly fine evening out I meet a couple of pals coming back from the boozer and club. Simon is a bit wasted and not going to make it to his place. Sure, he can crash at mine.

Reeking of booze, smoke and whatever else goes on at certain seedy nightclubs, Simon stinks the lift out. There is evidence of a Doner kebab.

Blaspheming and coughing loudly, we fall out of the lift and go into my flat. In my best Callan voice I say...

"You stink. You really do. Throw your clothes over there and get in that shower! Raus! Raus!"

As the Star Of David pendant shows through his shirt.

First class ticket to Hull please. Private car, free food and drink.
(Jamie and his magic bat You can bump n' grind, it is good for your mind, Wed 17 Dec 2008, 16:45, Reply)