Friday, October 15, 2004
Musing the First
Having heard a lot about blogs, and read a few, I thought I'd give it a go. Here I am in Poland, on business, for the second time. The first was 11 years ago. Somewhat bizarrely (as I didn't book it on either occasion), I'm staying in the same hotel. The only change I can see is that they've tarted up the bar and taken out the tarts!
On the occasion of my first visit, I innocently wandered into the bar with a colleague for an after-dinner drink. Only after we had got our vodkas, did I realise that the bar was wall-to-wall prostitutes! My colleague did not realise this. He engaged in conversation with a women who he later admitted he thought was "a middle manager for the Polish equivalent of Marks and Spencer."
She exchanged the odd puzzled glance with me, as her answers to his questions still failed to give the game away. The penny only dropped when he asked what she did for a living and she advised him that she was working now.
Exit one embarrassed Englishman and one amused and embarrassed, in equal parts, Welshman.
On that note, see you later.
On the occasion of my first visit, I innocently wandered into the bar with a colleague for an after-dinner drink. Only after we had got our vodkas, did I realise that the bar was wall-to-wall prostitutes! My colleague did not realise this. He engaged in conversation with a women who he later admitted he thought was "a middle manager for the Polish equivalent of Marks and Spencer."
She exchanged the odd puzzled glance with me, as her answers to his questions still failed to give the game away. The penny only dropped when he asked what she did for a living and she advised him that she was working now.
Exit one embarrassed Englishman and one amused and embarrassed, in equal parts, Welshman.
On that note, see you later.
# posted by Neil J Fletcher @ 1:56 am 
