Oh dear...
My good friend Stu was on a training course for work, a number of years ago. He and a number of the other delegates were staying at the same hotel as the trainer. The course was going well and everyone was getting on, so come the final evening, Stuart suggests they all meet for a few drinks in the bar. One drink follows another and, as so often happens, a couple of quiet drinks turns into an all night session.

It's late, the bar has closed, all the others have left, it's just Stu and the trainer chap. I'm not sure what the thought process was, but I'm guessing Stu wanted another drink, so thought of his mini-bar, in his room, but then remembered that he wasn't allowed to charge anything to his room, it having been paid for in advance by the company, so he then thinks of the complimentary tea and coffee which gives rise to the question "Would you like to come up to my room for a coffee?"

Stu and trainer chap wander upstairs and Stu is not sure, but something is not right. They get to the room and trainer chap looks distinctly uncomfortable. Stu puts the kettle on and nips to the loo where the penny finally drops and he realises that it looks like he's just propositioned the poor chap sitting in his hotel room.

Back in the room Stuart says he's changed his mind and he doesn't want another drink after all and has decided to call it a night and ushers the confused but relieved looking bloke out of his room.

Stuart skipped breakfast and decided not to attend the last day of the course.
(lardyboy Next stop, Fissplap Central, Fri 10 Dec 2010, 14:37, Reply)