Comments on: Ordering Out A Prostitute From The Menu

By: magnetite

magnetite — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 16:31:20 +0000

Pam, at least a John would suffer no such confusion. Oh, wait…he could also be a Jack too.

Chenier, whatever happened to the good, old fashioned harlot. You knew where you were with a harlot. A Regency London back-street usually…this time-machine has a stuck lever.

Well, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. Anyone want to buy a brand-new first edition copy of Ivanhoe?

By: Pam

Pam — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 14:33:15 +0000

“If you are unsure if you are a prostitute…”

Well, you see, in Shanghai (as in New York, Los Angleles, Tokyo, and London) the term “prostitute” is often confused with the word “date”. It might have been more helpful to have the confused “gentlemen” speak with security, who could gently explain that a dinner invitation does not necessarily initiate any quid pro quo contract. This, of course, could be very bad for bar business, so maybe I understand after all.

By: chenier

chenier — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 13:44:06 +0000

Gentlemen, I prefer the term courtesan, if you don’t mind…

By: magnetite

magnetite — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 12:37:29 +0000

“I’ll have one order of Irma La Douce, please.”
“Will that be to eat in sir, or…?”
“No. I’ll take it back to The Apartment.”

[What, me? A Shirley MacClaine fixation? However did you guess?]

By: John Blake

John Blake — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 12:31:23 +0000

If you are unsure if you are a prostitute……….. ….(now that`s a good one!) a clear identity crisis .

By: David

David — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 11:58:53 +0000

Where does one train to be a prostitute inspector? Sounds like a good part time job.

By: chenier

chenier — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 10:47:45 +0000

So, two opposing views from our reporters on the front line, but meanwhile, back in the studio, we will be seeking Old Mr Anorak’s views on that age old question:

‘What do women really want?’

as well as his order from that genuine Mexican cantina in genuine Shanghai, flown to him at exorbitant expense, but what the hell! It’s the government’s money…

By: magnetite

magnetite — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 10:41:25 +0000

It is times like these, Chenier, that I am glad that I barely qualify as one…:)

By: lone pigeon

lone pigeon — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 10:38:46 +0000

why Chernier it’s very enjoyable

By: chenier

chenier — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 10:29:21 +0000

It is times like this when I thank the Good Goddess that I am not a man…

By: magnetite

magnetite — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 10:23:01 +0000

I can, horrifyingly enough, envisage this happening in today’s mercenary world. Before you can do the dirty deed (and after you’ve forked over the cash, of course) you’ll have to endure a five minutes spoken advertisement as she disrobes. You’ll hear of the benefits of the branded posturepedic mattress, the reliability of the branded condoms and, no doubt, the name of a good divorce lawyer in case your wife is having you watched.

Oh, and you know that thing she did at the end to hasten the proceedings? You’ll get a card from a doctor who will do the same thing to you as part of a check-up for prostate troubles…

By: chenier

chenier — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 10:00:06 +0000

This really should be filed under careers guidance…