Thanks fellas.... and damn, I missed out on the stripper... again. That's just my luck, isn't it... and it never changes. When some buxom lass streaked at the cricket this time, I was checking out the scoreboard and turned around just in time to see the coppers march her away with a jacket covering the best bits.
And when they replayed Janet Jackson's wardrobe malfunction, I was in the kitchen making the tea.
Yep, it was a quiet but good one... and about the eight/ninth in a row that I didn't wake up with a hangover the next day.