Just a few thoughts as the plaster dries.
I should be working all night,but as I had no sleep I will give it a miss.
A few years ago I brought home the bouncer from Angels lap dancing club.
I picked him up in Clontarf and brought him home to Finglas.
He was a talkative guy and he told me a story, which I will tell to you now.
There is a punter who comes in every Thursday to Angels and he sits at a table and talks to 4 girls for 15 minutes each. He is retired and he pays the girls the price of a lap dance each.. I don't remember the amount but it was around £50. each that's £200 for his little chat.
He took my phone number and he told me that he wold call me when the old guy was leaving some night.
When the call came I picked him up and drove him down to D'oleer st.Sure enough he was all talk, all quite normal and when we got there he nearly snapped off my fingers taking his 20p change.
The thing is that he was very lonely and loved to talk to the pretty girls.
Sad enough in its own way.
The bouncer also introduced me to a tall Russian lady who danced there she looked like Sheenah the warrior princess. She let me feel the muscles on her arms,she was very strong for sure. Abdomen like steel. She even offered me a free lap dance if I came in some night.
It is said that she was earning £1,000 a night 3 nights a week at that time.
Were you ever watching TV late at night and the advertisements come on ? "Text flirt to XXXX XXXXXX beautiful girls are waiting to talk to you"
Well when I was on holiday a few years ago I read a story about a teacher who started texting one of these chat lines. Soon a bond had developed and Bob her "admirer" who would text her when she came home, wish her happy birthday, enquire about her mother, the poor girl was completely in love with this mythical person who cared so much about her.
I say mythical because when she would text into the center her information would pop up on a computer screen, suggestions were placed on the screen for the operator to follow.
"Did you get you piano tuned yet?"
Don't forget every text was being charged at £1 a pop.
One day one of the people who worked in the call center rang her up and burst her balloon..She told her how the system worked and that she should get a life for herself.
Poor lady had wasted over £100,000 on the "relationship"
The call company were doing nothing wrong, it said so in the small print.
As Paul McCartney once said "All the lonely people where do they all belong?"
I had an Indian guy in the car a few weeks ago whose job bas to talk to Irish ladies over the phone.
Just talk, I am good at my job and I like it a lot he said.
Ever tried free running?
Goodnight, have a great weekend.