Noooooooooo, you can't stop the story there.About 30 odd years ago I was backpacking around Europe. Was in a campsite in Menton on the French/ Italian border. Was a hike into town down a narrow and dark footpath. Had a city top on. Stepped aside to let another lad and his missus get past and he stopped, turned and pulled his shirt apart to show the same top. We had a chat, went back into town and got drunk. Great night.
Steve, if you are reading this, thanks for a great night, and I'm sorry for doing a runner with your girl.
Did you, seriously, no piss taking, leave him alone in some French bar whilst you played bury the sausage with his girlfriend?
He was a Blue ffs.