Tits, bum, fanny, the lot.
It was at a party in 1988. I'd been out on the lash all day (well, as much as all day you could during the days when pubs closed between 3 and 6pm). My mate Stan had come down for the day and I bunked off college. Rebel, me. Stan had left the year before, but was still good mates with a few people from the halls of residence and kept in touch. One of whom was having a house party.

"Fancy it"? He asked.

Never one to shirk an open invitation like that, I agreed. Well, probably slurred by that point, but I was certainly up for it. And off we trooped to this house. I knew one of the housemates anyway as she'd been in the halls the year before, plus there were a few other familiar faces there (including one of my future housemates).

The evening wore on, everyone got progressively more trousered, and the other housemate decided to go to bed. Sarah, I think she was called.

Myself, and probably the rest of the room, were a bit taken aback when, an hour later, the door to the living room was flung open and a somewhat hefty pair of norks hoved into view, nicely backlit by the light in the hallway. Then my drunken haze realised that they were attached to Sarah. And that it wasn't just her norks on display, but the rest of her too.

"I can't get to sleep" said Sarah matter of factly "So I'm going to make myself some cocoa. Does anyone else want some"?

I don't know what was the most unexpected, to be honest. To be confronted by a frankly quite stunning woman in all her glory, or being asked if I wanted some cocoa at a party characterised by excessive alcohol and substance abuse.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Wed 3 Jun 2009, 18:52, 2 replies)

Nice!
*high fives*
(Procrastinate now! It's not opposite day!, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 21:00, closed)

It's the Todd!
Recognition-five *high fives*
( GarbageFan didn't know what to have as a board sig on, Wed 3 Jun 2009, 22:05, closed)