How I didn't get punched....
We were on a big session in nice sedate Bath. We had gone out at 11am and were still caning it at 4pm when said incident occurred.

My mate Tom had gone to the Bar so I looked around to see if I could see my other two mates, Les and Steve. I saw Les at the fruit machine wearing his blue jumper, and being a friendly chap I thought I'd go over to say hello.

The first clue was that he didn't play fruit machines but I digress.

I snuck up behind Les, my old University mate, put one hand up his jumper to squeeze his man-teet; the other down the back of his jeans to squeeze his scrawny backside and put on my best John Inman accent to yell "ooooooh Hello!" while squeezing.

A shocked, frightened and angry stranger turned around to see who was sexually assaulting him - a lot of very prefuse apologies and backing off on my part to avoid a thoroughly deserved panneling - I turn round to see a confused looking Les sat at the table and my other two mates, who witnessed the assault, hyperventilating on the floor with laughter.

A sadder and wiser Guy.
(guyb9, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 16:36, Reply)