Luck of the Irish Part 2
Whilst living in Melbourne Australia I met my then girlfriend (who is shortly going to be my wife) for a cup of coffee, I was wearing my new fitted black suit, new blue shirt and salmon coloured tie. Thinking I looked Hot and really cool I was strutting my stuff beside my misses. We got to a crossroads just outside of Melbourne central heading up towards Victoria markets. As we approached the side of the curb we stood of the path and proceeded to cross the road. Unknown to me at that time the lip of the curb was slippery... Needless to say me being the clumsy oaf that I am my left foot gave way, I stumbled into the middle of the road arms and legs spread like a distressed disabled eagle and fell straight down on my Ass right in front of peak hour traffic. My misses, bless her, kept walking as I lay there with a rip in my new suit trousers trying to locate my keys and phone while all the cars were beeping their horn and laughing at me... All a man can do in that situation is to take a bow to the audience and keep strutting.....
Happy Days