It's my first date with Mz Kempton, a house party and she was the only person I knew there so I was understandaby a little bit nervous and I wanted to make a good impression.
There was a small buffet on a low coffee table. I got up off the couch to grab a sausage roll, but went sprawling over said coffee table. The buffet was a mess and and so was I.
The others kindly made light of it and the doo went on till maybe 3am, but I was dying to fart all night. Of course I held it in, not wanting to further ruin my reputation.
So the time came to walk Mz Kempton home. It was a very quiet night as we walked holding hands down a narrow street.
I couldn't possibly hold it any longer and I let off so loudly it must have woke the street up, it was like thunder.
But back to the buffet diving. I assumed I'd maybe had a few too many stubbies than I thought.
But no, it turns out that the guy sat next to us fancied my date a lot, but had always failed to win her over (Mz Kemps was a stunner) and this **** had tripped me up.
If I'd have known at the time, that would have gone really bad for him
Anyway, 25 years later we're still very much together.
There you you go folks. You don't get love stories like that in Mills and Boon