Someone once tried that, true story.

It was after a works Christmas party, in 1999, in Baslow, Derbys.

The company were putting us all up, at thier expense at a local hotel, and Mrs AB and I shared a taxi back to it from the venue with one of my co-workers. As we got back he said to us "Don't s'pose you want to invite me in for a threes-up do you?"

I looked at him to see if he was joking. Seemed deadly serious.

"Fuck off, Adrian, you deviant."

We went into our room, alone. Mrs AB was disgusted. In shock.

This guy, right, a Dr. Who obsessed heavy metal fan with long hair and a beard. That night he was wearing a velvet jacket with a 1700s style frilly cuffed shirt.

I mean, as if.

Posted By: Arizona Bay, Sep 11, 10:52:38