One scorching July Friday afternoon I was driving home from a hard days slog at the garage wondering and worrying about my future. Then I suddenly remembered that my wife had invited a few work colleagues for a garden party to celebrate her belated promotion. I decided to have a shave and shower, blow-dry my long flowing hair and get from under her feet. After all, she's entitled to another one of her boring nights, and I'm also entitled to one of mine, so I made the decision to piss off down the pub to see if I'd run into any mates. After about twenty minutes I made my way to the master bedr… Read more