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- Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1992 22:15:29 GMT
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- From: Graham Toal <gtoal@CURSCI.CO.UK>
- Subject: Re: Gleanings (73
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- On Wed, 23 Dec 1992 02:04:26 EST, "Tony Harminc" <EL406045@BROWNVM.BROWN.EDU>
- wrote:
- > You threatened to, but never did. Unless I missed it when I was off
- > for a month or so.
- >
- > Do tell.
-
- Gulp. Well, it was the night before Christmas, about 6 or 7 years ago
- when Acorn were rich and could afford proper Christmas parties, and
- we'd hired a local nightspot for the office do. It was one of those
- places that doubles as a restaurant by day, so they had lovely big
- oaken tables in the upstairs room where the buffet was. Anyway, there
- I was, tucking into the pate and caviar, sitting at the head table
- with Chris Curry (one of the two owners of Acorn at the time), and
- Clive Sinclair (Chris' ex-partner and now rival), and a <mature woman>
- around Mama's age who turned out to have been both Chris and Clive's
- secretary at one point. So, I was sitting down, munching away, when
- the woman beside me asked in a <piercing> loud voice (in the worst of
- Cambridge's local accents - it's not a pleasant one) what I wore under
- my kilt (as English women are wont to do - I did mention I was in full
- Highland dress? No? - this was back in the days when I could get into
- a kilt without looking like Harry Lauder. Or is it Harry Secombe? Anyway,
- the one with the big stomach). Not willing to allow this woman to steal
- the dignity of Scotsmen in general, I lifted her hand away with a "Do
- you *mind*???". A few minutes later I felt a hand sidling down the
- side of my kilt. *Whack* - I slapped it away rather forcibly this time;
- "Madam!" I said... About 5 minutes after that, she was at it again.
- Oh well, I thought, ... I'll give her marks for perseverance I guess.
- And I suppose it *is* traditionally 'third time lucky...' - I'll just
- keep my mouth shut and try not to smile too broadly...
-
- And that, ladies and gentleman, is the story of how I ejaculated on
- Sir Clive Sinclair's shoes.
-
- G
-