My father-in-law knows how to do this properly. He told me that he, “invented Saturday nights”, when he was younger. That’s quite a claim. I have no reason to doubt him; certainly he’s got his fair share of drinking stories. Luckily for me, he’s plastering my kitchen, target than getting plastered with me. I’ve done that before with him. It always ended badly. On one famous occasion it ended with him covered in blood and claiming we had fought! All I did was slightly move a jam jar very slightly but, as it turned out, enough for him not to expect him there, trip on it and go down…
