Monday, 30 January 2006

Doggy Style

Those of you, temerous enough, who wenture on the Other Side will know that Slightly was introduced to one of his readers from the Chorus during the award ceremony referred to below. He and AD (A Name check in two exceptional blogs in as many days, this is fame at last for you! just remember where it all started dear Ad!) seemed to get on well.

After those auspicous beginnings, I arrange for an MSN threesome on Sunday morning and we quickly arranged to meet up in the after. AD and myself would go and see Where the Truth Lies and Slightly would pick us up at the end of the film.

The film was quite good. A sort of who-done-it with a twist set in 1970's LA. I particularly enjoyed the look of the film and how it was directed. Strangely enough, although the characters in the film are fairly despicable, the viewer doesn't really manage to dislike them. I am not sure if this had to do with the fact that Kevin Bacon and Colin Firth, the two leads, are usually perceived positively. I had never heard of Atom Egoyan, the director, before but I would certainly like to see more of his stuff. The memorable scene of the film is, of course, the one where Colin Firth tries to mount Kevin Bacon while he is having sex with a woman.

After the film, as planned, we met up with Slightly and wandered off, trying to hack our way through the crowds in China Town. After a hot drink, we decided it was time for dinner and gave AD the choice between three of our favourite haunts: Wong Key, Lorelei and Nandos. The first choice was of course Wong Key as a fitting way to mark the Chinese New Year which was celebrated in the street of the West End last night. The new year, is the year of the Dog. There was a queue outside the restaurant so we opted for Lorelei which was unfortunately closed. Nandos, situated next door offered us shelter, warmth and fodder; not to forget a few nice specimen of the male form to feast our eyes upon.

We were having a nice and friendly exchange when suddenly, a girl from the table next to ours, rushed towards us and deposited a napkin on our table. There was a message on the napkin which read something like: "Our friend who is gay fancies one of you, please call him", followed by a mobile number.

We were both perplexed and amused. We made all sorts of conjectures and finally AD wrote on the napkin: "What makes you think we are gay?". Slightly delivered the message. After a while a response was brought to us saying that they thought one of us (we still did not know which) had checked the gay friend out. Since this little scene, we had indeed done our best to try and check out what that guy looked like; not an easy task as he was now trying to his best to hide under the table probably out of embarrasement. We managed however to make out some pimply teenager, complete with puppy fat. Nothing either of us would have looked at twice. We left it at that and carried on with our conversation. Soon the group left with the young pup actually running outside the restaurant. While the episode seemed sort of cute, this desperate flight seemed a little much.

The evening finished with me being placed on the grill by my two companions about my lack of success in and my giving up on finding a new job. We separated on Old Compton Street and I walked home, mildly ruminating over the last segment of the conversation. Mildly depressed like the night before and today.



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