I ventured out into Manchester last night as the guest of one of my suppliers (no – I think we’ll say “partners”).
Very nice restaurant (Lounge Ten) although they will probably not win any prizes in the “making people fat competition”. Posh though ……………………
Tall food with drizzles and dabs. You know the kind where all of your dinner is hidden under your meat!
A magician coming around the tables doing sleight-of-hand card tricks.
A couple of different people warbling out some nice tunes.
Then I needed to “dilute the Domestos” and that’s when I really knew I had been transported into a parallel posh world.
Having found the convenience (which turned out to be uni-cycle) I was a bit taken aback to find two ladies sitting in there on a sofa. One wearing a flowing gown and a scarf on her head (like she was a gypsy or something) and the other looking like a dead ringer for everyone’s Aunty Marjorie.
Aunty Marjorie directed me to a choice of two traps telling me that both were available. Fortunately, I only wanted a wee or I’m certain I would have struggled to perform, knowing that the Snoop Sisters were sat happily chatting just outside my stall.
Job done – obviously paying careful attention to aim – I left the sanctuary of Trap 2 and headed for the wash basin. Aunty Marjorie beat me to the sink, turning on the tap and handing me a clean towel. I stared at the saucer of tips by the sink, pondered for a minute, and then decided to treat her in the same way I treat those guys who jump out at traffic lights and clean your windscreen. I paid !
It turned out that the other lady was there to perform Tarot and Palm readings. Right there in the cludgie!
Not really interested in that kind of stuff, particularly at £40 a touch but you have to admit ………………… that’s posh !
