Least only the kind to make me Smile.....

When I left Uni, I started working as a trainee manager in a new bar-restaurant in Glasgow. I was involved from the floorboards up. What a ride! We hired, we fired, we trained, we sung, we danced.

And we played hard.

At Christmas we were too busy holding parties for everyone else to have our own, so we had our Christmas Party at the End of March. The owner of the restaurant came up and managed our restaurant for us that night, and we started with Brandy, Champagne and Sugar lump cocktails in the bar!

By the time our taxi had come to take us to the restaurant, I was handcuffed to a lamp post outside for my own safety.

Three taxis took us from Sauchiehall Street, to the North Rotunda, at the time a restaurant at the height of sophistication, where we had a table booked for the gang of us... There weren't that many of us, it just seemed more because by the time we arrived I was seeing double!

Billy, our General Manager had to pay the waiter to let us stay, so rowdy we were, and rather than move us, they moved all the people around us. Half way through the meal, our gift for Billy arrived; the Fat Fairy Kissogram.

She bounded over to Billy and sat upon his knee and sung to him. We poo' poo'd because she wasn't exactly fat! "I'm Not the Fat Fairy, she was sick, I'm just a fairy", and we roared with laughter.

On the way out, this toilet was the last thing I remembered...

Before waking up the next morning, with a burger stuck to the side of my face.