I went out tonight, with Wifeinblack, for a tabby-cat massala and pilau rat; all was fine until we walked past the local music venue where the manager explained how many of my friends were inside. The ball and chain went home and I popped in for a beer, then I got talking etc. I left at 11 and as I got to the corner of the road there was a couple; fat bird/skinny bloke rutting on the pavement, under the streetlamp. We are talking about trousers round ankles and legs apart on a Tuesday night in the middle of a city. Then, when he got a move on, she got all snotty about his poor performance. Mind you the time scale was from first glimpse to trousers up under a minute.