What's that then....a tenner?......okey dokey...... a slap up carvery methinks.... 2 for a tenner....i'll buy the drinks, Salla as you're sorting out the grub :0)
I think I'll just go for free love, like the hippies. Save the tenner for the pringles & the cocktail sausages (no sticks - I stabbed my eyebrow with one once, am a little wary of them now).
I was at a party and was gesticulating a lot cupid. It would have been okay if I'd fancied an eyebrow piercing - but this was 1978 and only Pygmies had such things in them days.
There are two sides to everybody, including me.
On one side I am a responsible father, manager of men, and highly trained airman.
On the other side I am a gutter dwelling tomcat who will drink anything, steal stuff even if it is nailed down (I once nicked a lamppost) and try my luck with anyone with a skirt and pulse (and even their optional)