I invited the Colonel and his good wife around for drinks over the weekend. Our village pub has just come on the market and I wanted to canvass their opinion as to their interest. I had sensibly stocked with several bottles of Tanqueray beforehand. Sure enough, half of these disappeared faster than a snowflake in the Sahara. Turning my back to fetch the cigar humidor I heard a dull thud. The Colonels wife was prostrate on the carpet. Picking her up we noticed a damp patch beneath her. " Hello, old thing ! " , cried the Colonel to his wife , " Did you spill your gin, or have you peed yourself ? ".
Would they be sensible partners to buy a pub with, do you think ?