I once exchanged phone numbers with a girl on a night out when I was very drunk and could only remember her being very slim and nothing else at all. I phoned her a few times and got on really well and arranged to meet her outside Central Station. My heart sank as she walked towards me and I realised that she had more hair on her top lip than a Greek widow.
We went over to the Central for a drink and all I could think of was how to escape. In the end I pretended to be ill and legged it. Ps - she wasn't a fella, I know that for sure !









