Blogging about Blagging September 24, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 18commentsDear oh dear. I am shameless, I really am.
Lovely bf took me out for an airing on Friday night. In the nearby town of Heathfield lies a glowing oasis of Indian yumminess: Café Rasoi. And what did I do, as the second bottle of wine went down? I asked for a copy of the menu and told them I was writing a review. I even started Writing Things in my notebook. At this point, lovely bf was trying to hide under the table with understandable shame.
‘Ah, who are you writing the review for’? asked the owner.
‘Oh, it’s for a national website,’ I blagged.
Lovely bf emerged from beneath the table at this point to give an amazing display of open-mouthed head-shaking and eye-rolling.
Oh dear. How embarrassing. But, what the heck, I’m going to write one now. Just you wait and see.
I probably won’t mention my concern at having to park in the Co-op car park. It was very dark and creepy and I was worried that I would be stabbed to death on my return.
People would be terribly disappointed if I were killed to death in a Co-op car park. It should have at least been a Waitrose car park, what with her being such an upmarket kind of bird, they will think sadly.
I’m not sure lovely bf will be taking me out in public again for a while.
AA Gill, eat your heart out.
