Quite a recent one here but awful none the less. Already posted this so copied and pasted it to expedite matters!
Last year, on my second night in Australia, I went over to meet my friend Karens dad, of whom I had only met once before when he was in the UK about 15 months ago. A decent chap. Anyway, sat around the dinner table, Karen asked me if my works leaving do had been good to which I retorted -
'God yes, put it this way I was pretty drunk - paraletic. In fact I was so drunk I was paraplegic'
At that precise moment I saw Mr. Jones crutches behind his seat I recalled the fact that he only had one leg and one lung.
My arse hole tightended and I nearly pooped myself. I could not believe what I had just said. I looked down then up to see Mr. Jones staring into space. Needless to say I quickly changed the subject but in all my 34 years, in that split second, I felt like the biggest plonker in the whole world.
No harm done however as went on to stay with him for three months and he was a brilliant chap
Pete.
(sorry if there are spelling errors here, not sure about para......)