my drinking/daft antics have gone down as legend in previous years. a couple of years ago my mate was leaving the uk to go travelling the world for a year and held a leaving do at his mums big house with a marquee and disco, the works. later on in the night his mum took the mike and asked him to give a speech which he promptly did. at the end of his speech he asked his nan (who made no secret to fancying me) to come to the stage and dance with myself to east 17's "been around the world" which was apt to say the least. i was proper ratted at this moment and, to the horror of all onlookers, stripped down to my "fun pants" and grabbed my mates gran and whisked her around the dancefloor with such skill it would have made fred astaire turn in his grave. i was at the end of the song i was chased across a nearby field by my mates who then rugby tackled me to the ground, stripping me of what little modesty i had left on, and setting fire to it before letting me wander back to the now piddling themselves party goers as naked as the day i was born. this is what to expext if the mood takes me. you were warned
