On a more cheerful note
Back at uni me and my mates went to a Back To School ent at the union. It was usually a top night. Lots of cheesy 80s/early 90s music and more importantly lots of fit girls in uniforms which I'm sure weren't officially de rigeur at their schools (and if they were then I definitely went to the wrong school).

Anyway we got chatting to a group of attractive freshers in the bar who were hooked on our every word as we were old, mature worldly wise third years. Everything was going swimmingly and me and my mates quickly got into a semi-serious contest of taking it in turns to get more and more outlandish rounds in. Thus we'd made out way from whiskey to G&Ts to absinthe to port etc and were all fairly hammered. The girls seemed suitably impressed too.

Then it came to my round. Unfortunately my booze addled brain was unable to come up with any ideas for a new and exciting shot for us to try so I settled for sambuca. On returning to the table I was greeted with a mixture of derision and scorn for my lack of imagination.

In a desperate attempt to salvage my rapidly flagging image I whipped out my lighter and said "No, no it's ok they're going to be flaming sambucas!"

I should have noticed the sudden concern on some of the girls faces. I should have noticed the way my mates changed from piss taking to egging me on. I should have remembered I was wearing shorts...




I should have remembered that the union only used plastic glasses after 9 o'clock.
(Milo Minderbinder, Fri 21 Dec 2007, 10:18, Reply)