Speaking as a man placed in that position by a binge drinking table dancing English (fitting, eh) girl, not that much fun.

Girl: Carry me I'm drunk.

MfM:Ok, you can't way that much.

And so it beings.  Never carry a women on cobblestones, you can never win, you will drop them.  And that will make the anger (and remember that she was trashed so that's a metaphor also) come out.  And at that point unless you're as drunk as her it no longer seems that much fun.

English women, thank god they like to drink, because otherwise we'd have to hear them speak.

God bless them because they know a good time, and don't need to guarded against like American girls.

MfM: Jesus fucking Christ, Lori come down from the sea wall.

L: I'm just trying to have some fun.

MfM:It's not safe, and I'm not fishing you out of the ocean.

L: Look there's no rail, just that picture of a person swimming on the sign over there.

MfM:Fucking Spanish, no rail, but there is a sign showing a person flailing after having fallen off the seawall.  Catholic country. Need I say more, sensible precautions aren't needed because we can scare the bejesus out of people to keep them in line.

And I'll give my consent to any government that does not deny a man a living wage-Billy Bragg