The only set of keys?
I was moving house from one part of Newcastle to the other, and decided to do it over two days. Early on the second day i got a lift off a mate's girlfriend to the old house and went to let myself in. The key slid into the lock and we heard a loud rumbling and stumbling sound on the stairs. We burst in, to find......my old flatmate with his underpants and trousers around his knees trying to hop like a rabbit into the kitchen, off the stairs. With the phone in his hand. He managed to put his old chap away and say "OK then Brian (not the real name....to preserve dignity) I'll see you next week!" and put the phone down.
It turns out that it was the singer of the band he was drumming for who was calling from Greece to see about a gig they were doing. My old flatmate had been furiously ransacking his dignity and decided to answer the phone whilst continuing to do so. And for the length of a ten minute phonecall.
Dirty dirty boy.

He offered me two bottles of wine to keep schtum, which i took....then went back to the new house to negotiate five bottles for the best gossip they'd ever heard.

...and for once I'm not going to mention touching the stallion's cock for a bet, then being told the beer i did it for wasn't my so called mates to offer as a prize...bastrards!...oh i just did!
( mushybees NEBUSHI SHANGHUNG!, Fri 4 Jun 2004, 10:43, Reply)