Party Pooper.
In my youth I used to drink in the Haymarket area of Newcastle and used to frequently gatecrash parties. Our method was tried and trusted. We'd spot some students leaving the pub carrying booze and simply follow them. On arriving at the party, we'd ring on the door and say "John invited us.". Worked everytime.

Anyway, this one time we'd blagged our way into a boring party but didn't have any booze with us so a plan, so cunning that you could tie a tale on it and call it a weasel, was was born. I stationed myself by the door and, as the doorbell rang, would open the door and greet the new arrivals.

"Hi - welcome to the party. Oh, you've brought booze? How kind. I'll take in the kitchen with all the rest"

With that. I'd relieve them of their booze and scuttle away to the living room and stash it under my mates coat. After a couple of hours I was smashed out of my tree and bored with answering the door so I abandoned my post and went to see what I'd managed to blag. I buggered off into the living room and asked Tony to show me the stash. He pulled his greatcoat back to reveal a load of vodka, whiskey, wine, beer and even a bottle of champagne...

Hidden treasure indeed. So we loaded our ill-gotten gains into a few carrier bags and quietly slipped out of the crap party and headed to the local nurses home where we were made extremely welcome.

That night I'm afraid to say that I, as is my wont, got extremely
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Thu 30 Jun 2005, 15:32, Reply)