Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Just as I was about to descend into Piccadilly Circus tube last night (I had been wined and dined by a bunch of tedious traders at this restaurant. It wasn’t as bad as I’d feared. The food was excellent, and the banter less excruciating than usual. Refusing to get wasted, I skipped rounds and drank water, my enjoyment declined as everyone else’s increased. I say everyone, the girl I work with didn’t particularly relish the increasingly insistent queries about her sex life from two drunken, married men in their thirties. Ratio of men to women in this industry? 25:1.), I heard a man actually say to his girlfriend, “Here we are, right in the heart of London’s Theatre Land.” I laughed out loud.
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