Ah, Port. Reminds me of a time a few years ago when I'd just come back from Paris. A mate had a few tickets for the opening of a new club and I decided to wear the new sand coloured suit that I'd bought in France. It was a semi formal type 'do' so my mate had impressed upon me the need to remain sober. I told him it would be no problem as all I'd be drinking was port!
To cut a long a lond story short, the evening was a disaster. I hadn't eaten all day and got to the club and started drinking Port. Half way through the evening, it started to get to me and I ended up dancing with this beautiful woman with a large glass of Port in my hand. Suffice to say that the Port ended up all over my new suit! Stains rather badly, it does!
So, there I was at this 'do', drunk as a skunk and covered in Port! You could say I created a negative impression!
To cut a long a lond story short, the evening was a disaster. I hadn't eaten all day and got to the club and started drinking Port. Half way through the evening, it started to get to me and I ended up dancing with this beautiful woman with a large glass of Port in my hand. Suffice to say that the Port ended up all over my new suit! Stains rather badly, it does!
So, there I was at this 'do', drunk as a skunk and covered in Port! You could say I created a negative impression!
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