Let me tell you a story. In the days before I began dribbling and smelling of piss, I used to be invited to a few posh dos. As I entered one such soiree, my attention was immediately grabbed by a stunning lady of the opposite gender.Imagine my surprise/delight/ shock/horror ( men will be familiar with this emotion ) when a mutual friend introduced her to me as " This is ******, she's from Sheffield. Now even a suave sophisticated boulevardier like myself can be lost for words in such a situation, and I heard myself uttering the immortal line "Ah, Sheffield. Do you know Joe Cocker ?" Even as I type my buttocks clench at the memory. However Astonishingly she replied "Not personally, but his band used to play in my dad's pub" Was there a happy ending ? Well, for her, yes. Her husband came over and claimed her and we didn't take the conversation any further. I'm finished now. Sorry about the hijack
Oh yes...remember seeing it on the film at the time...brilliant!
ReplyDeleteLet me tell you a story.
ReplyDeleteIn the days before I began dribbling and smelling of piss, I used to be invited to a few posh dos.
As I entered one such soiree, my attention was immediately grabbed by a stunning lady of the opposite gender.Imagine my surprise/delight/ shock/horror ( men will be familiar with this emotion ) when a mutual friend introduced her to me as " This is ******, she's from Sheffield.
Now even a suave sophisticated boulevardier like myself can be lost for words in such a situation, and I heard myself uttering the immortal line "Ah, Sheffield. Do you know Joe Cocker ?"
Even as I type my buttocks clench at the memory.
However
Astonishingly she replied "Not personally, but his band used to play in my dad's pub"
Was there a happy ending ? Well, for her, yes.
Her husband came over and claimed her and we didn't take the conversation any further.
I'm finished now. Sorry about the hijack
:0)
ReplyDeleteI'm getting quite a vivid mental image of that, for some reason.