The clothes change routine
More than just socks,
Many years ago whilst getting absolutely shitfaced in a Manchester Beerkeller,me and a friend at the time decided that it was time to go outside and get some fresh air in an attempt to sober up somewhat. The bouncers duly opened the doors to let us out, and after a quick walk round the building, it was time to go back in to continue the consumption of the falling down water. Approaching the door, guarded by said bouncers, they inform us that they think we are too pissed to come into their club !! FFS ! we've only just come out two minutes ago. No amount of verbal jousting with these two cerebral heavyweights was going to gain us re-entry. So a cunning plan was hatched. Removing ourselves to just out of view, we proceeded to remove most of our outer garments,then mixed and matched our original shirts, trousers, jumpers etc. I even wore my mates tinted glasses. Attempt number two to gain entry to beerkeller, No problem. I don't know who must have been the most pissed, us or the bouncers !
(Betty Boothroyd's Love custard Tourettes at the KOB, Thu 16 Apr 2009, 16:47, Reply)