Thankfully, the room was deserted. Indian Sex I’ll see you there then’. It turned out that he had only moved in four days ago and it was his first time living away from the parental home, which went a long way to explaining his almost child-like enthusiasm for it. While we enjoyed our tea, our waiter was kept busy serving the other customers. I was about to make a light-hearted remark about the unusually high standard of his hospitality but then I reminded myself that I was dealing with a silver service waiter here, so I said nothing. Angus stood up for a moment and then knelt down, facing me, so that he could reach round my back. I had passed it often enough, though, and it had always seemed to me to be one of those rather old-fashioned places with circular tables and things like cake-stands and teapots. ‘I’m looking forward to it, already.’ It suddenly registered that he had stopped addressing me as ‘sir’. Neither did, ‘Which urinal would you recommend out of these five?’ The old standby, ‘Do you come here often?’ didn’t seem suitable for this particular location, either.
