OFF THE RECORD
IT is the night of one of our big social events and our heroine gets herself ready by dipping her dial in a vat full of makeup, dons her new dress and heads off. Thinking that it is never too early to start the party, she also decides to have a few sneaky shots before leaving the house. Then arriving at the venue she notices that the trip has caused her buzz to wear off a teensy bit. If a little is good, a lot must be better so cocktails are ordered. When she gets up to walk for some odd reason her co-ordination is all over the place but she staggers to the ballroom. Noticing her unsteadiness a security person refuses her entry so Cinderella is then sent back home clutching her glass slippers in her hand. The moral – it’s a marathon not a sprint.
THERE appears to be a very good reason why this serial bachelor has not been landed by any of the many delightful dames who have heaved their bosom in his direction. He wines and dines them, buys thoughtful presents and listens to their stories without interrupting — in short he is almost perfect. Except he can’t be landed by any of them, try as they might with different bait and tackle. Our sources tell that the reason for his elusiveness is that he is a secret player for his own team and much prefers “tackle” of a different kind.
NOBODY likes a break-up by text message but to fire someone from their job with a few cold lines is a new low. Likeable salesman, who tried his best to keep this misfiring business afloat through hard work and his many contacts, is still shaking his head over the method of his dismissal. While he knew that things were tough he thought that the very least his employers could have done is tell him to his face and thank him for his efforts. Nope, it was along the lines don’t bother coming in tomorrow, we’re letting you go. A little class goes a long way.
THIS dude may be wondering why his offer to do a contra deal worth mega bucks (an exchange of goods and services with a restaurateur) was so abruptly refused. It seems the owner was bitten badly on his last exchange thinking that the trade money would be used by new customers. Not so. The chap who organised the deal simply invited as many family members as he could to a magnificent feast, spent the lump sum in one glorious sitting and never returned. Once bitten, never again.