Apropos of nothing I can now share my amusing nightshirt story.
At university we had a tradition of an all day drinking session in PJs to celebrate friends birthdays. We’d visit various establishments dressed in sleeping clothes with wash bags to hold cash and cards. ( mobile phones were just for the yuppies in 1995)
On one occasion I decided to invest in a full wee Willie winkie outfit with hat and long nightshirt.
Whilst walking from one pub to another, and feeling rather excited, I decided to play leapfrog with the concrete bollards, which I had done many times before without a problem.
However I didn’t account for the length of my nightshirt. I ran at the bollard, placed both hands on it to gracefully lift myself over the bollard, but to the cheering of the on lookers my nightshirt caught the top of the bollard and I went head over heals face first into the pavement.
Being drunk I didn’t feel any pain until the next morning, when I woke up with a swollen face.
So kids, dont go leapfrogging bollards wearing a nightshirt.