spoon_of_grimbo wrote:i think i speak for the majority when i say i'd really like to know what happened immediately before and after this!
Surprisingly little, actually.
Before - me & a couple of mates were at the Sheffield Uni Snowboarding Society social - for the record, I can't tell one end of a snowboard from the other but my housemate was the society's president. My other mate Helen happened to casually mention that some of the pub locals looked like they should live in Royston Vasey.
As it turned out, she was not wrong.
As an example she pointed out a ponytailed, stubbly-faced, shell-suited 'man' (how were we to know?!) holding an umbrella. She saw us & ran up to Helen & started screaming in her face from about an inch away & revealing her presumably recently-acquired jubblies in a manner that can be only described as 'disturbing'. The bouncers/barmen (who also looked a tad 'League of Gentlemen', but were really top blokes) persuaded her to leave but not before she drew her weapon (the sword, not her norks again) & screamed "I'LL FUCKIN' CUT YER!!!" The very apologetic barmen called the police for us & offered us some drinks on the house but we were less than keen to stick around so we gave our names & address to the blokes to pass on to the Rozzers & we were off quicker than a prom dress.
*...sinister film voice-over...*
"Later that evening..."
The doorbell rings, a dashingly handsome yet suprisingly modest (

) chap who, for legal reasons we shall herein refer to as 'Dave', whilst enjoying the remains of a Moroocan woodbine, endeavoured to answer the door...
I'd love there to be some dramatic ending but actually I shouted Helen, buggered off upstairs to hide my weed & in the end, the PC made no mention of the fruity smelling smoke as, I imagine, he was more concerned by the freaky man-bint wandering the streets of South Yorkshire pretending to be the Flashing Blade. And I use the term 'flashing' advisedly.
Still, not a bad weirdo, as weirdos go. And as weirdos go, thankfully, she went.

"You say that now... but how are you at canasta?!"