Our local stamp society had their first meeting last Monday.
There was a good attendance, but the most interesting part of the evening came after it had ended.
One of our members was walking home and he came across a gent who was staggering somewhat, clearly under the ‘affluence of incalcohol’ as they say.
Our member asked the chap if he was OK.
“Yes,” he replied, slurring somewhat: “In fact I am on my way to hear a lecture on the evils of drink.”
“Who gives lectures on the evils of drink at after 10 o’clock at night?” our member asked.
“My wife does!” came the reply. . . .