During a wild weekend in Glasgow with the lads, Wharton declares: 'I'm going to wear a kilt out clubbing tonight.' The others laugh but Wharton insists embracing the traditional costume will get him lots of female attention. That night, Wharton's kilts swishes around his bare knees as they swagger into the club. Immediately a beautiful woman sways up to him. 'Hey handsome,' she says with a wink. 'Is there anything worn under that kilt?' 'Oh no,' Wharton declares hastily. 'It's all in perfect working order.'
I gave a young female hitch-hiker a lift one night. During the conversation she let it be known that she was a witch. Jokingly I said "Can you turn people into things"? She put her hand up my kilt and I turned into a lay-by.