I was Monty's double.

[davywavy]

Strolling down the Mall last night I thought I'd pop into my club for a swift snorter before heading home. As I turned towards the building, I noticed a tall, snappily dressed gent with shoulder length dark hair weaving unsteadily out of the building and off down the street.
"Egads!" I thought. "That's Monty! He started early tonight!"
Strolling into the bar I was astonished to see ukmonty propping up the bar and regaling all and sundry with tales of his days on the North West Frontier.
"Good grief, Monty!" I cried. "You must have a double!"
The freeloading sot waved his glass at me in a fug of drunken bonhomie. "Cheersh, old fellow", he said. "Don't mind if I do. Make it Bombay Shapphire."


^{Certain portions of this story - such as any of it - may not be true in actualitie. However the tale, like Monty, is accurate in spirit.}

Comments

[ukmonty.livejournal.com]

Whilst I would have rather been accepting large snifters of fine spirits from you, I was unfortunatly stuck on the train back from Hull Yesterday evening.

Perhaps its time to look at getting glasses, after all things do start to fail at your time of life....

[riksowden.livejournal.com]

Mmm...Hull...

I wish i had a club

*jealous*

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

Well, when the league of plump, self satisfied gentlemen actually gets off the ground, you'll be invited.

[riksowden.livejournal.com]

Wooo!

[davywavy.livejournal.com]

You now have a standing invitation to my club, as promised.

A gentleman never forgets his promises.