Eddy Deegan wrote:I'd say it's less likely than me going to a football match in the next 10 years (based on the fact I've been to exactly none in the last 49).
[Total digression, and where's the harm in that?]. 20 years ago, oddly enough quite close to my 49th birthday, I was database designer on a major system we were developing for Northern Electric, who had a private box at the Sunderland Stadium of Light. The project was going well and one day our opposite numbers at NE invited the senior staff to go to a game in the private box with lashings of food and booze laid on. So of course we did. The fact that I had never been to a football match before (and have not done so since) didn't, I'm afraid, stop me.
The moral of the story is choose your comparisons carefully. You never know when they might be invalidated :)
In my case I think the comparison stands, insofar as I wasn't saying it to be completety impossible, just very unlikely :-)
ConcertinaChap wrote:[Total digression, and where's the harm in that?]
You know me, I do like an aside now and again! Something equally unlikely did happen to me once. I was standing on top of a mountain in Nepal in the middle of the night, quite lubricated from the local brew produced by the villagers that lived there (I was one of a party who they were guesting for the night).
A wonderful 70 year old lady was in our group. She had lost her husband relatively recently prior and had decided to throw a lifetime of caution to the wind and travel the world. One of the locals had produced a certain plant which is will known for its medicinal qualities and discreetly shared some with one or two select folks, myself included.
As I was standing away from the fire, looking in awe and wonder at the Himalayas around me and partaking of said plant, the lady I mentioned approached me and asked if she could have some. She had never done it before, nor was going to do it again but felt that the moment was right for her to tick it off the list, so to speak.
She gently partook and pronounced herself delighted with the feeling, though declined more than a couple of samples of it. As this was going on, a British police sergeant (who was drunk) walked up to us and not knowing what we were doing, only that we were in the darkness away from the group said (jokingly) in a loud voice "Hello hello hello, what's going on here then?". Whereupon I asked him how he knew what we were doing?
He looked at me quizzically (for he had not twigged we were doing anything in reality) and I informed him that his powers of deduction were probably diminished by the booze. As the penny dropped he laughted uproariously and minced off into the night (for he is a gay British policeman and does an amazing mince when he's had a few).
Thus, my wonderful 70 year old travelling companion acquired quite a good anecdote for future dinner parties about how the first (and only) time she was doing weed it was at the top of a mountain, in Nepal, in the middle of the night and she got caught by a UK copper who promptly hysterically danced off in a camp fashion.
What are the odds? ;)