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My Grandad...
My Grandad once told me a fantastic story. He used to belong to a cycling club 'back in the day', and while they were out on a long countryside race one time he got chatting to a girl on a bike next to him.

When they pulled up for a break at a pub, there was this lovely hotel over the road, and the girl kept eyeing it, eyeing my Grandad, and saying things like "Ooh, isn't that a nice hotel."

Grandad told his mate this, his mate said "Have a weekend in that hotel, son, it'd do you good" or words to that effect. "Hmm", thought my Grandad.

So anyway, next weekend, goes to the hotel, has a (in his words) 'lovely time'.

Next weekend again, girl won't talk to Grandad. Keeps giving him sour looks, won't ride next to him, etc. Perplexed, Grandad goes to talk to mate again, explains the situation.

"You idiot," says mate, "You were supposed to bloody take her with you!"

When he told me this I curled up on Morrison's aisle floor crying with laughter.
(Wed 11th Jul 2007, 8:54, More)