Found objects

O, how I wish I had one of those mobile phones with a built-in camera. It would've been useful last night for snapping evidence to post here for your delectation.

The better half and I had been out celebrating his birthday (which is actually today, but since I'm never arsed to do much at the best of times, let alone after a full day's work, we celebrated a day in advance). We nipped in by the St Machar Bar for a pint after our lovely Mexican meal, and on the steps leading down past the Geography building, were suddenly confronted by a pair of discarded drawers. Pink lacy jobs to be precise. The kind that say 'Butter wouldn't melt', you know. It's not really a spot secluded enough for a 'dangerous liaison' even when extremely inebriated, so I can only assume that the owner of the knickers had removed them elsewhere, got on with making the beast with two backs with her new-found beau, then found herself too unco-ordinated to get the underwear back on again afterwards, so stuffed them in her jacket and set off home. Perhaps she stumbled going up the steps, and was unaware of the pants dropping from her pocket.

We're fastidious creatures, so obviously we didn't examine the drawers closely, but it crossed our minds that it'd serve the wee slapper right if she'd had her name sewed into them.

Of course, we're being grossly unfair to accuse the poor knickerless lassie of al fresco promiscuity. There could be another explanation.... she could've pished hersel on the wey hame, an thocht she'd be comfier wi the sipin draaers aff aathegither.

Perhaps I'll take the digital camera in with me tomorrow, and see if they're still there. It might make a nice picture to put in the new edition of the University prospectus - we'll try anything to attract more students, you know - or better still I could label it as a work of art and win next year's Turner Prize.