Sounds better than the strung-up by a lamp flex in Berwick Street with an orange-up-the-bottom scenario. At least you weren't that drunk.
Yes, as my Gallic chum remarked this morning when I complained about my hangover, 'At least you only have a sore head and not a sore arse.' I'm not sure if he was suggesting he had a sore arse, or that I was close to getting buggered last night
Yes, as my Gallic chum remarked this morning when I complained about my hangover, 'At least you only have a sore head and not a sore arse.' I'm not sure if he was suggesting he had a sore arse, or that I was close to getting buggered last night
My word! I was under the impression that Lady C was present as chaperone to ensure this sort of thing couldn't happen.