The moment when everything blends into nothing, and you, your chosen lady and a bottle of Taste, have a flirty chat about puppies and caravan holidays in Geesala and then you realise....She will do for the oul Shtart!
I will gladly pay you Tuesday if you will contribute to the cost of my next alcoholic beverage [usually all of the cost of it, and then they sit down next to you, happy days!]
