hmmmmm yes, still have bad dreams about that. Big hairy blokes with guns, full of beer asking one to dance is not, IMHO, a good night out. Mind you, having climbed through the window in the gents I found myself 'downtown' in a very dodgy part of the neighbourhood. Lesser of two evils I decided and scuttled back to the Hotel.
On the plus side, it's the only time in my life that I have been to a dinner dance and known I was
guaranteed a shag if I wanted one......
