On his Amsterdam trip last week, yours truly had his first encounter with the liquid which makes many a man go weak in the knees - Beer. Dining out at an alfresco cafe one night with Ms Doordarshan, Mr Telegraph, and Ms Star News, Toe Knee had no idea of what fate had in store for him.
The poor soul had ordered a glass of chocomel (chocolate milk) while the others had opted for the fizzier drink.
But in true-blue filmi style, the blonde bombshell of a waitress tripped over the carpet and dumped the contents of a humongous pitcher of beer onto the poor guy's torso.
For the wet, dripping and stinking scribe, the apologies of the waitress did not help matters.
And pray, what did fellow travellers on the flight home think of the stench emanating from Toe Knee's jacket? We'll leave you to figure that one out.
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