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Well, short and tame this time around.
Did it again last night - embarrassed myself. Went to a charity auction last night; nothing to do with work, just a table organised by some friends. It turned out to be huge fun, actually. Anyway, one of the secret auctions was for a VIP treat at a strip club, for a number of people, including room, dances, champagne, food etc. As I have a City stag to organise (and because strippers are great), I put a bid in on the keypad thing on my table.
I get a number of phone calls virtually immediately. It turns out that this non-industry event is full of people from my industry. One of them, laughing down the phone, asks me to come over to their table. Which I do, drunk and puzzled.
Where a girl I once managed to sleep with (on the lie that I am a virtous and wonderful person looking for fidelity and commitment) is sitting. Giving me a look of purest loathing.
What I hadn't realised was that the bid, the lot, and your name appears on all the various screens around the room. In large characters.
Never bid for tarts in a public forum, chaps. It doesn't seem to go well.
Good bank holiday all. I'm off to the country to think about my life.
Did it again last night - embarrassed myself. Went to a charity auction last night; nothing to do with work, just a table organised by some friends. It turned out to be huge fun, actually. Anyway, one of the secret auctions was for a VIP treat at a strip club, for a number of people, including room, dances, champagne, food etc. As I have a City stag to organise (and because strippers are great), I put a bid in on the keypad thing on my table.
I get a number of phone calls virtually immediately. It turns out that this non-industry event is full of people from my industry. One of them, laughing down the phone, asks me to come over to their table. Which I do, drunk and puzzled.
Where a girl I once managed to sleep with (on the lie that I am a virtous and wonderful person looking for fidelity and commitment) is sitting. Giving me a look of purest loathing.
What I hadn't realised was that the bid, the lot, and your name appears on all the various screens around the room. In large characters.
Never bid for tarts in a public forum, chaps. It doesn't seem to go well.
Good bank holiday all. I'm off to the country to think about my life.
Edited by Harry Flashman on Friday 1st May 10:39
ben_reza said:
cant believe you didnt manage to bed her again.
Chap, she obviously hated me. And not the playful I'm-going-to-pretend-to-hate-you-but-in-reality-I-want-you thing; proper, visceral loathing was in her eyes.Edited by ben_reza on Friday 1st May 10:55
*shudder*
Edited by Harry Flashman on Friday 1st May 10:57
Harry Flashman said:
ben_reza said:
cant believe you didnt manage to bed her again.
Chap, she obviously hated me. And not the playful I'm-going-to-pretend-to-hate-you-but-in-reality-I-want-you thing; proper, visceral loathing was in her eyes.Edited by ben_reza on Friday 1st May 10:55
*shudder*
Edited by Harry Flashman on Friday 1st May 10:57

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