A serious breach of date night etiquette in the Gilligan household occurred last night, according to an anonymous local source.
The source claimed that at the very last minute, Mrs Deirdre Gilligan broke the couple’s cardinal rule of never cancelling the monthly ritual.
‘Countdown’ had already begun, it was alleged, when a suddenly repulsed Mrs Gilligan cried out “Name-a-geezis, what is that smell?”
Early indications had been broadly positive, with all the signs pointing to the fact that “the erotic sound of Mongo shaving his shoulders’ – as she told next door neighbour Marge Collentine – had worked its subtle magic.
Gilligan – a motorway toll booth operator who keeps his keys on a retractable cord on his hip – had even gone so far as to trim his nostril hair.
Despite the normally workmanlike appeal of these two steps, Mrs Gilligan signaled there were some things, even personal grooming could not dispel.
Or, as she put it, “He’d been at the bloody German sausage again, hadn’t he!”