Crazy Blind Date

Trip Start Oct 22, 2005
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

In true romantic tradition Rick didn't let the lack of funds and the expense of London stand in his way on Valentines Day. I'm not sure he intended for us to have such an expensive dinner but unfortunately after walking the full length of the Clapham High Street and finding everything booked we were forced to take the only available table at a Thai place 15 minutes walk up the road.

Now Thai food in Australia is pretty cheap and we assumed it would also be the case in the outer suburbs of London. Not so! Only after we sat down did we notice the 15 pound per head minimum charge, not including drinks. After ordering what we considered a heap of food we were still nowhere near the 30 pounds required so we ordered a heap more and chatted over a glass of wine while waiting for it to come out.

As the tables were spaced only an inch apart and we were practically sitting in our neighbours laps we help but listen in to their conversation. We reasoned that it must have been a first date, or possibly a set up blind date. The woman was quite drunk and was rattling on about herself, but as she got drunker and drunker and became obnoxious to the waitress it started getting a little interesting. She started saying to the poor guy "Everyone has to have a place where they feel safe, a place they can go to feel secure. ARE YOU GOING TO PROVIDE THAT KIND OF PLACE FOR ME!" Picture her leaning really close to the guy, in his face, getting louder and louder as she drives home her point, her voice becoming more and more whiney as she proceeds. We were trying not to laugh at this stage and pretending to make our own conversation and not look like we were hanging on her every word and his reaction.

She kept on at the poor guy saying "You've got a terminal disease and you have one year left to live, what do you do? WHAT DO YOU DO?" like the guy out of the movie Speed, talking about a bomb on a bus. The poor man didn't know what to do and he kept leaning further and further back in his seat, eating faster and faster. When he'd finished scoffing down his meal in record time, he turned and used his hand to scrawl for the bill in mid-air, as she ordered yet another white wine. When they'd left we laughed and laughed, imagining him running away down the road with her chasing him. We bet she didn't get a second date.

In retrospect the money we paid for the meal was more than worth it for the entertainment value alone. Unfortunately it probably means we will be having McDonald's for our anniversary next week, but hey this trip is all about firsts.
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