As I Sat...

6 Dec 2011

...in a packed pub last week, having a drink, minding my own business, I felt someone touch me from behind. At first I thought it was someone brushing past going to the bar, but then I felt a soft hand slide up my back; it came round my shoulder and felt for my buttons. I thought "This ought to be good" Then the other hand came round my waist - soft as silk, my buttons were undone, one by one. I never looked around but I could smell expensive aftershave, and the soft touch said it all. As the last button was undone I turned to face this mysterious person......It was Enda Kenny trying to take the shirt off my back the bastard...