Reminds me of a friend whose business supplied a lot of people at a well known university. He was on first name term with many of the senior proffessors.
One old air head type dithery accademic he knew came into arrange an order for some stuff for his forth coming wedding.
Some of his younger colleagues told my friend that the old boy was marrying a 2nd year very attractive young lady, this explained his recent new wardrobe and dyed hair and clean shaven face. He'd announced to his colleagues that his doctor had past him fit and that all down below was working whatever any one else might think so he'd be OK on the night!
She'll kill him, one of the wags declared after he'd gone. Against family and others advice the wedding went ahead, my friend asked how the wedding had gone when he saw one of the lecturers who'd been a guest.
"It was great, he even danced to the disco it was just a pity his heart gave out in the honeymoon suite! "
