I couldn't, Jessie....but a "mild" one was being dared to pluck a hair out of a guy's leg after a load of us girls were coming home on the train. He was reading, and had one leg crossed over the other. Seeing this furry ankle, and it being my turn to take up a dare.....I did it! His face was a picture. He looked ready to say something to me - then carried on reading!!!!
i made myself a vimto milkshake, and a creamy sauce with tomatoes and corn, to pour over fishfingers.
When I got up in the morning I was staring at the pan for ten minutes before I worked out what it was!
Woke up after a party with a mouth like a pig farmers welly and grabbed a half empty can of coke and downed it.........only to find it had previously been used as an ash tray............yummeee