We Keep The Pressure on Every Night

Boy starts work again tomorrow night.

He works in a near by hotel, in the bar and in the function suite. It's very formal, and he goes to work, in black and white.

Tooli and I went in one night to pay the deposit for her school prom. We stood in a very quiet reception area. The sort of place you don't want to speak too loudly in, and watched silently as waiters and waitresses floated back and forward, carrying trays of glasses, wine, tea, and various accoutrements.

We did our business and left. And as we got to the front gardens, we turned to one another, mouths open in astonishment, both of us thinking the same thing. "How the hell does Boy manage to stay in character when he's there". It's beyond our reckoning that he doesn't wander around the hotel behaving atrociously. It's in his nature to be loud and exuberant.... I cannot believe that he can contain himself for 8 hour shifts!

I think maybe he has inherited the serving skills of his mother - I was such a bad waitress, people actually asked to get me... because despite the service being the worst ever, they always had a good laugh!

Life is too short to be stuffy