Well, that career path's knackered then.

Went to the pub on Sunday night with my new student flatmates. one of those Fresher Week thingys.

Got ver' ver' drunk, which is unusual as I don't normally drink.

Somehow, I ended up pole dancing.

I'm now in crutches as I've buggered my ankle ligaments.

One day, I will start acting my age.

 

It can be a dangerous activity.

 

That's why they run evening classes. You have to do it properly. Or so I'm told. Not that I'm an expert or anything. . . .

 

Did the Pole enjoy it?

 

I'll take that as a yes then...
Damn, Babelfish doesn't do English-Polish or I'd call you a grubby old tart!