I used to work in construction, and back in the day we had apprentices. (If that term is alien to you, apprentices were the youngsters who bore the brunt of tradesmen's humor, and did all the dirty jobs too. It was a hard life, but it didnt do them any harm, at least no visible harm!)

One Christmas, our boss decided to treat everyone to an all-expenses paid night out at a local bar. The official word was that it was to be a fancy dress do - we were all going to dress up as women. All the tradesmen were talking about borrowing clothes from wives and girlfriends and we were going to have a riot putting on make-up and tottering around in heels, yadda yadda.

Unofficially, we weren't going in fancy dress at all.

We all turned up at the bar early in smart casuals, had a few drinks and waited for the apprentice. Sure enough, he strode into the bar decked out in his mum's dress and bright red lipstick. Needless to say, the whole bar erupted, we died laughing and...

...he was one of the best sports ever and stayed in drag the whole night, the center of attention.

Although he was practically swimming in bacardi and was so physiologically damaged by alcohol that he couldn't remember a thing, he swears to this day that he had the best time. Knowing who and what he grew up into, he probably did have a blast. I just know I would have died in his shoes.

Merry Christmas.