It was a fine affair, with guests important in my career. But I kept putting my foot in it, except for one glorious mistake.
As the meal was drawing to an end I asked a particularly plump lady, who would then have been called fat before the recent legislation:
"Can I press you to a Jelly?"
Then I turned to an eccentric gentleman, who before the legislation already mentioned, I would have called mad and asked him:
"Do you feel like a nut?"
But my luck turned when I enquired of the sexy bomshell next to me:
"Do you feel like a good roll?"
"Yes please" she murmured "that one with cream oozing out of it."
We married three weeks later and enjoyed our jelly, nuts and rolls all on our own.