If you were in the compound and you weren't "blowing chunks" and decorating your 14-hole
Docs with the half digested remainders of your evening meal or lying, comatose in
someone else's, well then Lady Luck was on your side. The chance is that you'd be sitting
on the cold stones or the even more uncomfortable bike slots with your new found friend
(more often than not, they were of the opposite sex) straddling like only teenagers do!.
The sheer act of agreeing to accompany you out to the bicycle enclosure was, in your mind
anyway, the equivalent of giving you the key to their proverbial city! And vice-versa
of course (wishful thinking on your behalf). Taking it to second or third base as they
say in the land of Bush (that's George I'm refering to!), depending on which base you've
reached in the hall.
Now you think it was difficult getting to this stage?! Try getting your hands down the
front of those skin tight black jeans (generally made by Rosky and sold in the Asha
Boutique, St. Stephen's Green for £17) it makes one-handed bra strap opening look like a
walk in the park! After alot of fumbling, you've finally got your hand into some kind of
workable position, cutting off all blood supply to your digits. The next questions that
come to mind- what am I looking for in here? And when I find it, what do I do with it?
It was very much a trial and error scenario, all the while trying not to damage your
opponents equipment!
So I'm opening up this "Mass-Debate" to you:
Did the guys have a birdy when it came to "feeding the horse"
(if you need an explanation, ask your kids!)?
&
Did the girls really hit the nail on the head when it came to "spanking the monkey"?

Or was it a case of sticking their nails in the head?! Ouch!!!