
I once woke up in a tent after a particularly drunken holiday pub crawl, clutching a tap. There's a drowned, sunken village somewhere in Wales because of my act of petty theft, but I cannot remember. Tell us what - or who - you've brought back from nights out.
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( , Thu 26 Apr 2012, 13:44)
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I shall be going to the memorial service at the university where my late grandmother is currently fulfilling a series of diminishing roles in the anatomy department. It's a three line whip for the medics, I understand, in part because it is felt that meeting the relative of bits they are cutting up helps reduce any temptation to lark about with them.
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