RE Keys...

During my wasted youth I rented a terrace house with a backyard that backed onto a graveyard (the graveyard was at a higher level than my yard). I was really drunk one night and couldn't find my front door keys. I had to crawl through the graveyard at the back and climb down onto an outbuilding toilet roof. I fell through the roof onto the old toilet and had to kick the door down to get out.

I then broke a window in the back door (the biggest pane of glass...) to get in and crashed out on the sofa. I awoke in the morning feeling uncomfortable... there was a key in my back pocket...

Posted By: Larry Hagman, Jan 26, 22:02:59