What would mother say?
On an official, er, I mean important trip to Scotland I consumed rather too many glasses of fine malt whisky which left me a little worse for wear. This meant that my aide, er, I mean best friend, Jim, had to assist me to my bedroom. Well, he was so kind and I’m afraid that we ended up in bed togther. Deary me, what would mother say if she ever found out….
Submitted by Charles
Landlord @ February 23, 2008
