Slag Parade

Venue: Satsuma (ever so reliable)
Event: Slag parade (as The Dame insists on calling them)
Persons present : Common Julie, The Dame and I. The Art Teacher didn't come, as expected, after all.

Me - So, we'll have one Edamame, three chicken katsu Bento, one Salmon Tatami and one Tempura Roll please.

Common Julie - And a fork.

The meal was great and we spent, what seems, an awful lot time bluetoothing photos The Dame had taken in the doorway of a brothel. ' 1st Floor, a Fantastic Service - with a wonderful lady'. In response to this Common Julie protested 'The bitch stole my pitch'.

Common Julie didn't enjoy the thin slices of raw salmon coated in a sweet miso sauce. No, it was the 'texture' apparently. And the edamame, which are always enough to send The Dame and I to Japanese heaven were described as 'Green beans with salt on'.

After a while, one has to come to terms with the fact that some people never change.

My personal shocker for the evening came when The Dame stood up half way through our meal to visit 'the bog'. If I wasn't such a walkover I'd have demoted her there and then to the post of Duchess of Common County.

And in amongst this there was a class debate, Common Julie and I describing The Dame as (almost) middle class, much to her surprise and horror, and me remaining unsure what is was about me that made Common Julie think I was middle class also. Living in the back streets of Leicester is a far cry from the London dreams I've been imaging of late, let me tell you.

Oh yes, and Common Julie has found her a Common chavtastic boyF. Chavin.

All in all a successful 'parade' through the mean streets of Soho. And The Dame still isn't reaping the benefits that her profession brings. Sigh.