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Did you check to ensure your pants were still on the right way round?
Unless I put them on the wrong way round when I left the house then they were the correct way round.
When I was working in Sussex my company paid for rooms in a 'nearby' Premier Inn for me and someone from another office of my firm. Unfortunately this nearby Premier Inn was 20 miles away and neither of us had a car.
So we got taxis to and from the place we were working and from day one it was the same cabbie, a bloke who was called Mo, who had some rather interesting stories. The bloke was either a nutter, on something or both, he constantly laughed at the most trivial of things. I think at one point he asked if we liked strawaberry milkshake, pointed to a field of cows and said 'I bet you like fucking the cows too eh?'. I have to hand it to Mo, he was a comedy genius.
He actually called himself Double-O-Mo, the reasons for which became apparent later in the week when he told us one of his many fanciful stories. The story goes that Double-O-Mo was actually pretty handy at kickboxing and his old mentor was getting beaten up by a dozen or so gypsies. Mo stepped in and fought them off one by one just like a scene from a film. Thereafter he was called Double-O-Mo.
The outlandish stories continued but really they were harmless. On the second to last day he picked us up in a minibus because he was going to drive his mates down to Brighton. Halfway through the journey Double-O told us he was picking a mate up. Sure enough, out on a B-Road, seemingly in the middle of nowhere a bloke is waiting on the side of the road and Double-O-Mo pulled over and picked him up. Once in we were introduced to his mate. I would be lying if the strange circumstances didn't make me nervous but we got dropped back to the hotel fine.
