Awkward
About a hundred or so years ago when I was 18, my then-girlfrend's parents had gone on holiday for the week.
To be nice to them - and to capitalise for us - we elected top re-decorate their living room while they were away which - as you may imagine at 18 - involved a considerable amount of sex taking place around the empty house while we had chance.
Two things stand out for me about that week - even now!
One is that we broke a bed -but carried on fucking till we came anyway!
It was an old one with the diamond-wire base and hardwood head and footboards, We were banging like rabbits when one corner let go. We were at a stage where we didn't see fit to stop so naturally the increased unit load quickly caused the adjacent corner to give up, dropping the foot end on the floor.
We carried on like the proverbial and as my fine and voluptuous young lady screamed her delight, the head end gave up completely and folded in on top of us like something from a Carry On film.
We just laughed and tried to figure out how we'd explain it!
Less amusing at the time (though I laugh now) was when we were happily banging away on the living room sofa when the DJ (I seem to remember it was Paul Burnett) said ".... and whatever you're doing, you're doing it better with Radio 1!"
And suddenly, I wasn't.........!!!
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