Long long long ago before I was married, I used to frequent a pub close to the psychiatric hospital. One man was a regular in both establishments. this spectacularly poor specimin of manhood took a likeing to me for unknown reasons (I was never anything other than rude to him) and proposed marriage, living in sin, loose sexual encounters, group sexual encounters, monogamy, polygamy etc. He was desperate to enjoy my company. One particular evening he decided that we were to be an item and kept bothering me to buy me a drink. As usualy I was rude and told him to go away, he became hysterical and kept showing me a five pound note he had tucked into his sock and screaming that he was carrying. A couple who weren't regulars and thus unused to his strange way of carrying on phoned the police who arrived with a gun unit (not sure if that is the right word). He was arrested and taken back to the psych unit. So chaps, if you want to impress a woman, don't shout 'I'm carrying' over and over in an increasingly hysterical way.

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