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On the subject of hitting, or not, teh lavs, I had the following conversation in a beach bar in India ten or so years ago -
'Pete, are you ok there ? '
'Course I am, you prat !'
'Good. That's, er, good. But...'
'Listen, you knob I'm on holiday, I'm fucking buzzing... I stopped going to the toilet in Delhi, you wanker
'Ah.'
Enter Dutch Hippie, stage left.
'My friend... My friend ?'
'Ugh ?'
'Your friend is behaving strangely...'
'That guy's nothing to do with me, man, honest.'
'As you say... There is an undercover cop sitting over there, though.'
'Oh. Oh no.... |
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