Has anyone else found themselves loosing a friend to the heady mix of Christianity and firm luscious breasts?

A mate of mine, Tommo has a reputation for being a bit of a rowdy lad, he likes the beer, he likes the ladies, he likes waking up in strange places on holidays and overseas postings.

He’s recently with a new lass, Emily. She is very easy on the eye…but she is one of the god squad - not the ones who are sorry for existing, the ones who sway on the spot to hyms with their eyes shut and their hands in the air. Suddenly all the rules have changed. He’s not Tommo, he’s Thomas. He’s only allowed one half of beer, he has to be home by 8pm or call to explain what catastrophe has prevented him from being home on time. He can’t [i]be overheard[/i] swearing, he’s not allowed to leave town without her, or laugh at inappropriate jokes, or do any of the things we know is really going through his head.

Every once in a while he’ll have that pained look in his face like he wants to say something but can’t or wants to laugh but can’t.

She’s very attractive and for now he seems to be towing the party line and wearing the cross she bought him. But if it’s still a thing by September - which I doubt - we’re going to air drop her into Russian occupied Crimea, and take Tommo to Amsterdam for a weekend.