Sunday afternoon and I'm struggling up the road with some flat pack furniture. I've just reached the door with my keys when a lanky streak of piss gets out of his car and presses the buzzer.
A hoor answers using the intercom - "Ello there?"
The lanky streak gives me a *look* and answers "Yer! Yer! It's... 'James'"
I'm trying to get my key in the lock at this point and the hoor-within uses the intercom to let him in to the building.
So desperate is he for a shag, that he shoves open the door (with my keys still in it!), dives in, and lets it slam in my face!
Truly Mrs Beaton would be turning in her grave...