Canned!

I went into the local off-license to buy my party cans. Carlsberg seemed fine, so I reached for the tempting six-pack. I tugged, but they resisted. I tugged again and this time they eased out. I was home free! Then one exploded!

 

My arm drenched, right now I smell like a bum, which is what I am. (That's an alcoholic bum, by the way.)

 

After that it was par for the course when I got short changed by a quid (actually by an American) buying my bus ticket. How's them apples for omens! The party's shaping up well.