Your right about olives. I never used to like them, because I'd only ever eaten a small amount of them. Then one day I was drunk and ate loads, now I love them, esspecially on a pizza.
Whilst on a stag doo in Manchester, we decided to go to the old monkey public house for a refreshing beverage. An old gent who stunk like urine and seemed to have borrowed some of Rab C Nesbit's wardrobe decided he would invite himself to sit down at our table and indulge me with his life story. The poor chap had lost contact with his son some time ago and his life had turned to shite though a string of incredible bad luck and hard drinking. After entertaining the chap for what seemed like eternity, the party was moving on to the next pub. As i got up out of my seat to leave, he hit me with a pearl of wisdom i will never forget....
"see you later and remember son, if you cant do it, dont try it"
