Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Power Lunching

One of the great things about London is that you can really use your lunch hour. A couple of weeks ago, for instance, I got to help a handsome young shop assistant with stock-taking in the basement.

"Are you sure your boss doesn't mind?" I asked, as we hurled around the changing room.

"Oh, he's out at the moment - and he's fine about this."

I noticed from the boxes that we burst open that this was a shoe shop. He explained that he was a cobbler by trade, and spent most of his time hammering leather in their warehouse, but helped out in the shop on an occasional basis. When we'd finished, I went upstairs, and his boss was back (one of those gently moustached Elder Gays).

"Ah," he said, "You must be Chris's lunch."

It was then that I looked around the shop properly. As well as a lot of boots, it contained rather more harnesses and corsets than your average shoe shop. A cabinet reassured me that I was in a rather unique antique sex shop. The cabinet contained a fetching display of "Victorian Urethral Expanders".


Lippy said...

Well if that's what you are having for lunch you will definatley be getting thinnner. Maybe you should market the concept..."The Nooner Diet!"

Ann said...

I'll bet you're not that cobbler's last.