Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Bear in mind I don't go out much.

Also that the most 'dressing up to go out' people get up to in Falmouth/Penryn is putting on a reasonably clean fleece.

I'm at a two day Aardman workshop, which involves staying at a hotel in Bristol. Some of the other writers and I meet up in the foyer for a drink. Also in the foyer are a group of young ladies in dresses that can only be described as 'short' and 'flimsy'.

ME: OHIGOD ARE THOSE PROSTITUTES?!

RICHARD: Erm, I think it's just a group of young women going for a night out.

ME: Oh.

A (more sensibly dressed) young woman sitting across the foyer gives me a funny look.

Later I realise my flies are undone.

7 comments:

Boz said...

*Ruffles your hair*

Gorilla Bananas said...

I like it. A man who is shocked by the sight of skimpily-dressed women has his flies undone. It could almost be one of Aesop's Fables.

alice said...

Aww. You're so sweet.

I'm surprised Patroclus lets you out on your own to be honest...

Tim Footman said...

So do Falmouth prostitutes wear short, flimsy fleeces?

james henry said...

I think Patroclus has me followed, to be honest.

Tim: Yes. And special high-heeled walking boots.

Annie said...

hilarious

Imo said...

An Aardman Workshop sounds as if you should be playing with bits of clay, but I assume in this case it was the writing side of things - did you get given clay as a reward for doing well?