In Turin the owner of the pub we were in was dancing on the bar (with his trousers round his ankles, I'm not sure why) and he beckoned me up.
I joined him (trousers firmly on) and proceeded to fall off about four seconds later. I blame the 18% lager we were drinking, that stuff was rocket fuel. Then when inside the ground Dickson Etuhu scored and whilst celebrating I fell and rolled down about eighty steps. Sprained my ankle really bad after them two.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Fri 4 May 2012, 13:01, Reply)