After we had loaded our musical equipment into my friends car to go to a gig the other evening, I was standing chatting to a few other friends and band members at the back of the car when my pal started the engine. I was stood right by the exhaust pipe. There was a sudden rush of air and smoke that went straight under and up my kilt. As he pulled away to park in another spot I stood there with all this smoke and exhaust fumes coming down from my kilt. Everybody, including myself were in hysterics. It was a gem at the time. Unfortunately no one had a camera handy to capture the moment.
Today the wife and myself and all the band members and their families are going out to Sunday lunch in a nice country pub we know on the outskirts of the city. I have been there dozens of times. Its inhabited mainly by really well off and well to do folk, who seem to like letting the world know they are. I'm expecting some snide comments and looks about my kilt.
Will let you know the outcome when I return later.
Derek
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