Well folks, it's been brought to my attention that some of my comments have been less-than-favourably received... What can I say? If you enter this forum, you leave your pride (what's left of it) at the door.
Long term users of this forum know by now that I don't discriminate; I ridicule everyone with the same fervour. Including myself. I think I've shared some of my embarrassing episodes with my AI comrades; the superglue incident, that regretable incident with the goat and the marmalade... (maybe I kept that one to myself!)
And if you don't believe me, here's another of my episodes (non-archery this time) for your amusement.
I was attending a black-tie dinner last Friday at a Manchester hotel. "Be prepared" has always been my motto, so I had my Tux dry-cleaned, had a haircut, ironed my shirt and polished my dancing shoes. Thinking it would be a nice treat for Mrs. Flinger, I booked a room for the night.
I thought it would be nice to check in early so I could use the hotel's gym, which I did in a surprisingly uneventful fashion.
Afterwards however, in the changing rooms, things took a turn for the worse. A hand-written note taped to the shower door apologised to members for the problems they'd been experiencing with the adjustable shower nozzels. So obviously, I was looking at the afore-mentioned nozzel as I turned the shower on. I was still staring expectantly at the nozzel (a large cast brass and chrome affair) as it flew off the wall and smacked me in the eye.
There are 3 types of Tuxedo wearers in my experience: those that look great (the Pitts and Clooneys of this world), those that look like waiters and those that look like bouncers. I generally fall into the second category, but on Friday night, in my imacculately pressed suite, sporting a huge shiner, I looked like a bouncer.
What a prat, hey?
