I once danced, on stage, with Mud to Tiger Feet. It was my 19th birthday. On that night it was pre-score music. I remember both the lucky lady, who had enormous norks, & the sandy foreskin I discovered the next morning.
Me, Les & a lucky, lucky lady? No, it was my sandy foreskin that I discovered, with a little discomfort, when I attempted my customary, teenage, next morning, post copulation ****. EDIT: I had considered explaining in my original post that it was my sandy helmet & not a threeway love fest but thought it quite self evident.
I've met Les at a NAAFI do, I'd assume he'd be too pissed to get it up. He could drink, that's for sure.
I had a long term relationship with the bird. Saturday - boned her on the beach. Tuesday she drove me out to Lelly for a "date" or "end of season Cricket AGM" as I called it. I got the piss ripped out of me by the lads but they were bussing it home whilst I got a polish in a warm car. .Saturday - another boning at my mates flat. She got the hump when I rang the taxi I promised her but wouldn't part with the money to pay for it. "I said I'd get you a taxi, I never said I'd pay for it" It was her sister I was after anyways. Happy & carefree days.
