It must be a Yorkshire trait.......I was in a pub in York one night when this bloke stumbled in, slapped his c0ck on the pool table and asked if I liked his new tattoo...........can't remember his face so it may have been Oliver Reed.....
I went to a sportamans evening where George Best was the guest of honour, an hour late literally crawled in with two
absolute stunners on his arms.
Clapped him to the top table just to see him fall backwards straight through the firedoors.
Got up dusted himself down and said who punched me.
also spent 4 hours in the company of Kieron Fallon in a night club , he was racing at Doncaster races the next day.
he only drunk shorts to keep his weight down.
gave us a winner too.
When I was little and we were on holiday in Blackpool, my dad came back roaring drunk one night with a new friend he'd met in a bar.
Their behaviour was so bad (they both threw up in the hall, woke everyone up by banging the dinner gong etc) we got thrown out of the B&B and had to go home.
Dad's "new friend" was Tommy Cooper.