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Escaped!
The only music I heard was in the washroom - just some whamless music.
Anyway . . . let me start from the beginning. This was the same place we went to last year - the famous Chinese all-you-can-eat buffet. The place was packed. The only sound was a mass confused babble of chomping, laughing, yelling and clatter of humans pigging out.
Someone must have complained about the music, or else some sage came by and told them that music makes people more hungry.
Finally I had to take a leak, strolled off to the loo, entered and - bam! Music.
Now I've stopped short with a hand on the zipper. This wasn't looking good. Cocked an ear - turned out it was some oldish (judging from the quavery voice) Chinese crooner crooning some ancient-sounding Oriental ditty that sounded Christmassy for some reason, but in no way was even vaugely like Georgie boy.
So there I am pleased with the way this adwhamture is going, nodding to the music while I try to aim Willie and make him spit out the red-wine with which I had gargled my food down, when suddenly a thought struck me.
I was in a washroom! A loo! Bathroom, toilet, john, whatever. . ..
A final spurt, a quick wash of hands and I fled the place.
So, okay, there wasn't a peep out of George, but I wasn't taking chances.
Still alive and kicking. 👍
The only music I heard was in the washroom - just some whamless music.
Anyway . . . let me start from the beginning. This was the same place we went to last year - the famous Chinese all-you-can-eat buffet. The place was packed. The only sound was a mass confused babble of chomping, laughing, yelling and clatter of humans pigging out.
Someone must have complained about the music, or else some sage came by and told them that music makes people more hungry.
Finally I had to take a leak, strolled off to the loo, entered and - bam! Music.
Now I've stopped short with a hand on the zipper. This wasn't looking good. Cocked an ear - turned out it was some oldish (judging from the quavery voice) Chinese crooner crooning some ancient-sounding Oriental ditty that sounded Christmassy for some reason, but in no way was even vaugely like Georgie boy.
So there I am pleased with the way this adwhamture is going, nodding to the music while I try to aim Willie and make him spit out the red-wine with which I had gargled my food down, when suddenly a thought struck me.
I was in a washroom! A loo! Bathroom, toilet, john, whatever. . ..
A final spurt, a quick wash of hands and I fled the place.
So, okay, there wasn't a peep out of George, but I wasn't taking chances.
Still alive and kicking. 👍
