Whataday wrote:There's a wheelchair-bound guy who's always in a nightclub in Cardiff. Nothing wrong with that, except he's only ever UPSTAIRS, never downstairs.
It's always been a mystery as to how he gets up there, so one night I decided to ask him. I went to the bar, got a pint of Stella, and saw him coming past me, so I walked over to him.
I was standing over him as he told me that there was a rear entrance upstairs which had wheelchair access. Then, about 2 minutes into the conversation, the pint of Stella slipped through my hand, emptying the entire contents in the poor guy's lap!
He was very nice about it, but ultimately had to go home as his trousers were soaked!
Stella? I've been banned from the stuff by friends. Sends me a little loopy... Several embarassing stories stemming from consumption of the stuff, but cannot be repeated due to legal reasons.
