When I was younger I had a job collecting glasses at a local working men's club. It was a real pain in the ass job as all the people that drank in there were all old and grumpy, so there was absolutely nothing to sustain my attention span. in other words there were no decent birds to chat up. every week it was the same old thing, 2 blokes doing 'Bryan Adams' songs , a bit of �Rock n roll� and always finishing of on �Tina Turner�s Simply the best� which had the whole club up on the dance floor (how sad), Until one Sunday afternoon. They decided to put something different on for a change. I turned up to work at the usual

time, but instead of getting the �Bryan Adams� treatment I was in for quite a surprise. As I walked into the concert room I was confronted by a Stripper on stage, I couldn�t believe my eyes and how gorgeous she was, and most importantly she was getting naked. The only problem was the amount of empty glasses there were at the front of the stage. Two choices I thought to myself, 1, Collect the glasses and risk being dragged on stage and be humiliated (I only have a small one) or, 2, Stuff the glasses and watch the show from the safe area next to the bar. Which did I choose? I�m not telling you but lets just say I don�t work there any more do I?