It wasn't just a load of sub 20 year olds either.....the girls parents, grandparents, auntie's and uncles were all witness to the drunken foolishness! I had the FEAR the next day I can tell you!! Very funny thinking about it now though........I'll never forget that last bag which had the sound of breaking class coming from it as it left my foot and hit the deck near the other side of the road
Wish mine had been my right foot. Was turning my bike round using the side stand in my shed. Using my trusty block of wood to stop it scratching the floor...... when the block of wood decides to snap in half dripping the stand onto my toe! Luckily for me I'd already got out my kit so didn't scratch my boots, as I was back in a pair of running shoes with very little protection at all hoping to try next week see how it goes
Whenever I hear/read the word infamy, I get the image of Kenneth Williams.... "Infamy. Infamy, they've all got it in for me!" Love those old carry on films...