I once went down to Ilkley Moor to have a romantic weekend with my gorgeous wife in some beautiful log cabins. On the way, we passed over a bridge that was built over the River Ribble. She then somehow pronounced, as we were travelling over the motorway bridge, that my 'small man' would now be called her 'Ribble' from now on. It has been known as since from that day on.
I'm sorry if this freaks anyone out, but it's a truefact.
Ribble.
*Damn, where is the I iz drunk thread..........
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