A better story
Last night i went to a dinner in a castle, but that's not today's story. I had to stand in front of a bunch of people (80) and entertain them, but that's not it either. This is my favourite story about last night:

A man in his fifties gave us a tour of this castle. He wasn't wearing a uniform, or even a tie, and i liked him instantly. After a few minutes of medieval anecdotes and Rubens tapestries, we arrived to the towers, and i asked him if he'd been a guide for a long time.

He told me he'd been there since 1977. He was the electrician who installed the lights in the exterior of the castle. He had a lot of work to do back then so he learned everything about the place. Then he graduated in night school and started to study the 15th Century, when the castle was built. He's been the guide of the place since then.

When he finished, i looked around in amazement. The view was magnificent and the balconies made one feel like a time traveller. I said that was a brilliant story. I told him he should tell that story to all the tourists who visited the castle, instead of the official one. He laughed and asked the group to follow him down to the cloister.