Ooh, where woz I
Had to have another truly depressing convo with the headhunter/lying bastard. Hanyway:

Fuzzy, yep camels are still alive and kicking. I even used to buy the non-filtered ones from the posh tobacconists on the way up to the University from Princes Street (more recent Embra residents will be more accurate).

Hwark Hhhrraaawwwkkkkk Hrrrwwkk Flob. Ahh that's better.

Dok: Cap'n Morgan is OK as a substitute for the real thing if you're desperate. Also Lamb's. Asda pikey-price is to be avoided as it has similar effects to a stroke.

Women's underwear? Only once, at the request of the lady in question. She at one stage insisted in being interfered with while I kept my cowboy boots on, and to be quite honest I wasn't going to say no to one of her more inventive nights. If I was to try the same thing today, 15 or so years later and considerably heavier and less hairy, all you would get would be hysterical laughter and possible projectile vomiting.

Kilts rock, though.
(osok Rebel without a clue, Mon 13 Oct 2008, 16:13, Reply)