Blogging about Blagging September 24, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , trackbackDear 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.
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I hope you got free poppodoms?
I often get my notebook out at inappropriate moments. LIke in casualty, trying not to look at the people I was describing incase I was headbutted (I was making notes as I thought it might be useful for a future, not yet thought of, story - I’m not often in casualty!) or in play parks (nutjob) or yes, in restaurants. Maybe that explains the good service we’ve had recently?
I had to click on it didn’t I? Now I know where Jayne Torville hails from:((
Personally I think a Costcutter carpark comes bottom of the heap for embarrassing places to be killed to death. Then Co-op, Asda, Morrrisons , Tesco, Sainsbury’s, Waitrose. Top of the pile for a more dignified demise would be M&S Food Store and then Fortnums (but parking there is hell of course)
I really need to shut up today:((
Your post made me go and look Marden, Kent up on Wikipedia. Tis from whence I hail. And under Marden, it says: “Also the polar bear was invented in Marden. No one in Marden owns a cat called Hamish.”
How terribly odd.
JJx
This made me laugh - I love that you got your notebook out in the middle of the restaurant!!
And I have to agree with Lane….Costcutters would be much worse!!
C x
Helen - we even got a free drink! What did you get in Casualty? A free pint of blood? Ugh, the mind boggles. You are awful!
Lane - I don’t think I’ve ever heard of CostCutter. Fortnums would be very nice. I don’t mind where I’m killed to death, so long as I don’t have a Jane Torville hairdo when I’m found.
JJ - That really is very odd. Explains a lot
Carol - I should say, in my defence, that I was slightly squiffy. Or quite sloshed. Something beginning with ‘S’ anyway.
You’re too funny. At least bf got a free drink out of it!
Has he forgiven you yet?
Is this the Indian restaurant with the famously fab bogs? And if it is, were they?
Mya x
Angie - I’m sure he thinks it was rather a high price to pay for a drink!
Liz - Not sure about that but his hangover’s gone now…
Mya - freakily enough, I did actually take a pic of their rather funky red basin. I am sad.
I bet you got very good service after that. mmmm I must certainly try that out next time I go to a restaurant…
Of course, you should be ashamed of yourself. But if free food/drinks or slightly larger portions resulted then hey….what’s the harm. Except maybe the bf’s embarrassment.
Rebecca - works better if you do it at the beginning of the meal, rather than towards the end like I did…
Bedshaped - I’ll do anything for a free drink, me..
Yay. Heathfield. The parties we used to have there (well just outside) in the 60s. Has it recovered yet? (I haven’t)
Graeme - Heathfield is actually still fully ensconced in the 60s. Sounds as if you know how to party
Have you no shame (ha, ha)…If I tried that tactic in the same restaurant I wonder what they’d do? Probably kick me out….Red basin, you say…sure you weren’t in a tart’s boudoir? Just reading earlier posts - hope your diet is better…any luck with jobs?
Hannah- shame? Nope, obviously not! Diet’s going good, despite curry-eating extravaganza, and hoping for some temp work to come rolling up some time soon. Red basin was rather tarty, you’re right. Lovely Molten Brown goodies made up for it though. Check it out if you’re in this neck of the Sussex woods.
Oh do I ever know how you feel - but you do realise that you’ll still have to do it all even when you’re working. At least I do. Am I doing something wrong?!
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