There are one million stories in the naked city. Here is one of them.

Whilst trying to understand whatever the hell my little nephew was babbling on about, I suddenly had the urge to buy a bottle of brandy and watch Rab C Nesbitt, but, a strange and unexpected event turned up - someone dressed as the Grim Reaper knocked at the door and threatened to invade the house and take my money. I straight away hit him over the head with a baseball bat (it was on the side of the kitchen unit which is right next to the door - how convenient!). Unfortunately, the 'intruder' turned out to be my brother having a laugh. That brainless bastard. He'll be out of hospital tomorrow hopefully.