A couple of my married, loved-up friends had found themselves at a loose end on Friday night due to a Hen Do reunion being held by a joint friend. This led to the most excellent suggestion of having a “lads night in”.
The four of use would have lots of beer, order a curry, take the piss out of each other, play music too loud and mock each other’s ability to play golf on the PS3.
As Friday night plans go, this was one of the best ones I had heard in the whole of February.
I was really looking forward to it.
The night arrived, and as I finished my seventh can of continental lager, I realised my expectations for the evening had been somewhat awry.
“Have you got any more wine already chilled?” asked my friend The One Who Talks A Lot of our host.
“I want to top up before showing you this absolutely hilarious video on YouTube of a cat swinging from a ceiling fan.”
“Perhaps we should open up another tab in Firefox, you know, and browse to some porn?” I helpfully suggested.
“Just in case the girls come back early and see us gathered round the lap top and get the wrong idea. I’d rather they thought we were watching young girls debase themselves on the Internet, than chuckling at home movies of cats.”
Thankfully the laptop was put away by the time they arrived home, and no-one will ever know our dirty little secret.