Revision

Leaving the land of midgies, mountains and tartan we returned to Northern Ireland. For some strange reason the end of course piss-up was arranged for the night before the final written tests.

Several pints of Guiness and a couple of large Bushmills later and my revision was complete.

The next morning we congregated in the classroom for the final test.

The instructor looked at the sorry state we were in and handed out the exam papers.

"I've just got to pop out for 5 minutes. On no account is anyone to look at the answer paper that's on my desk."

We all passed..........