After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and a huge, bearded man is standing there.

"Name's Hamish, your neighbour from 20 miles up the road. Having a Christmas party Friday night. Thought you might like to come at about 5:00pm."

"Great," says Tom, "after six months out here I'm ready to meet some local folks Thank you."

As Hamish is leaving, he stops and says, " Gotta warn you. There'll be some drinkin."

"Not a problem," says Tom. "I can drink with the best of 'em."

Again, the big man starts to leave and stops.

"More 'n' likely gonna be some fighting' too."

"Well, I get along with people, I'll be all right!"

"I'll be there. Thanks again."

"More'n likely be some wild sex, too."

"Now that's really not a problem," says Tom, warming to the idea. "I've been all alone for six months!"

"I'll definitely be there...By the way, what should I wear?"

"Don't much matter. Just gonna be the two of us."