Nah fuck it, let's start our own. With hookers. And blackjack.
It was Friday evening at around 9 o'clock, and young Taff was enjoying a cracking wank in front of the telly to unwind after the Friday afternoon CO's log run. He was about to hit the vinegar strokes when he was interrupted by a rather timid sounding knock at the door. "Who is it?" he asked nervously.