Here is the scene,it is a Folk festival camp site, 2.30 in the morning, a blind friend, Mark, p***ed as a banana, feels sick, gets out of his tent and noisily makes it to the nearby hedge and starts throwing up, 2 female members of our group hear him and get out to make sure he is OK and, as he is blind, don't worry about dressing, they have 1 pair of skimpy knickers between them (its a warm night). So there they are holding him up as he pukes, when it suddenly becomes very bright and a voice says "Hello, Hello, Hello, what have we here then", 2 Policemen on patrol have them in their torchlight and are trying, with very little sucess not to burst out laughing.
The scene shifts to 2 weeks later and one of the "ministering angels" is nervously watching the Best Man at her wedding stand up to begin his speech.
Everything is ok until the last 2 telegrams
I ( for it is I) read the penultimate " from Mark (the blind guy)I don't know how she will be in health but she is a great support in sickness"
" and finally " we hope to see more of you sometime" from 2 Thames Valley policemen"
I never knew anyone could turm so red, so quick.