So there was this great gang of us, from South London, Manchester and Wolverhampton, went to socialise with a group in Fishguard in Wales.
Amongst the conversations one of the single sisters stated, "I could never marry anybody who used to be in the world".
I guess a lifetime of knocking on doors had given her the impression there couldnt possibly be a convert in her midst, never mind later alone with her in her MGB.
So whats with this, did you think we had rat scabies or were possesed by demons or something?