Mike
This tale is about an old mate I used to work with. Mike.

Mike was a strange chap. For one, he didn't drink. Just didn't like the effect of alcohol. But he was also one of the funniest people I knew. He had a mind like a cork-screw - odd and twisted.

He used to live together with a lovely girl called Becks (at least I think that was her name - I'm crap at remembering peoples names). Becks was a great lass, but a bit dippy. She loved going out clubbing and dancing and, most of the time, she went without Mike as clubs bored him stupid.

So this one night Mike was fast asleep in bed when Becks came in at about 3am. She switched the light on and sat cross-legged on the bed.

"Mike...." she shook him awake "Mike - we really have to talk. I need to talk to you Mike"

So Mike surfaced out of the depths of sleep and sat upright. Becks wanted to talk? In the middle of the night? What was wrong? Had she found somebody else? Was this the "I love you but...." talk that everyone in a relationship dreads?

So Mike sat there and looked at Becks.

"OK love - what do you want to talk about?"

"Ooooh - I don't know. You pick a subject!!" she drunkenly giggled...

Cheers

Legless
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 20 Apr 2007, 12:04, Reply)