Power Cuts.Wrestling by Candelight?

I remember that time very well, as I had to ride shotgun on a mates stag night. He had only been working for Barclays Bank for a short while and his mum was worried that if he had five too many, he'd miss work the next day and be sacked. His mum gave me strict instructions not to let him get drunk! Myself and another pal took him to his local pub and was relieved when his 'mates' who the two of us didn't know, basically ignored us and just carried on playing snooker. About twenty minutes in, the mates started to, one by one, bring shorts over intermittently and the groom to be, was having to sup very slowly as the drinks in front of him started to mount up. We were momentarily saved when the first power cut occurred. We were sitting next to a window that had artificial plants by it and I grabbed as many glasses as I could and as I had seen in many a television and movie show, threw the contents into the pot plants. It wasn't long before the lights were back on and the procession from the snooker table to our table begun again, with the guys delivering the drinks, shooting my mate and I black looks.

After the next blackout had come and gone and the plants had been watered heavily once more, I suggested the three of us casually visit the loo and then make a getaway from the pub, while the guys were still engaged with their snooker. As we stood at the trough, in came five or six of the players and while relieving themselves asked 'you 'avin' a good night Wayne'? They then escorted us back to the table and went back to their game as well as bringing more drinks over. After three power cuts and the with the plant pots swimming in alcohol and my charge looking decidedly the worst for wear, I decided if we had any chance of getting out of the pub, I'd have to call in the 'big guns'. I rang Wayne's dad, who appeared about twenty minutes later and the four of us left the pub unscathed. Well not quite, Wayne who had imbibed quite heavily, despite all the grog my mate and I had managed to throw away under the cover of darkness, tried at one point to disembark the car, whilst it was travelling at speed, opening his door and starting to thrust himself out into the night. I managed to pull him back in and we arrived safely at his home a short time later.

He awoke the next morning, a bit the worse for wear, but managed to get into work and through the day and his mum said she thought I'd done a good job. (He worked for Barclays for a long time afterwards). So that was nice!