The anti-James Bond
One from my dad.

In 1973, him and another friend from the Welsh Valleys headed off to Paris on a whim - they'd seen a good offer and had signed up for the coach trip without thinking through the fact that it was two blokes on a long weekend in the City of Romance. Naturally, everyone else on the trip spent most of the weekend in the hotel, happily knobbing away, whilst they headed off to do a bit of boozing, as was their wont.

Biere followed biere, and then they decided that with it being Paris and all they should head off somewhere a bit more classy and see some of the high life.

They got their best flared suits and kipper ties on and went and found a classy, very Parisian nightspot, and even splashed out on some Champagne. My dad poured out two flutes for him and his friend, another two for some ladies they'd got chatting to, then put down the bottle to his right.

The way it's been described to me, it was a classic Western Movie moment - everything went quiet, there were gasps of shock... Even the piano player stopped - mainly because my dad had just dropped half a bottle of Moet in the open top of his Baby Grand.

A swift exit ensued.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 16:51, 1 reply)

Two blokes in the capital of France?
Sounds like "Gay Paree" to me...
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 0:31, closed)