On the flip side, what I was living in Edinburgh, after a night out my mate Stu was a bit gary’ed and phoned up a rudey lady but forgot why he’d phoned and so rabbited on about Hearts at her.
Reminds me of that bloke who rang Babestation and just as he got through, heard his wife at the front door unexpectedly. The young lady on TV said “hello big boy, what can I do for you?”, and he replied “quick, hide behind the settee, my wife’s just come in and I can’t find the remote”.
I told you that in confidence
