Wednesday, 29th November.
I don't eat cats
Tonight I was the guest of Qantas and Rosenbluth for a night
of French and Saunders. I was representing Logica, so I had to be
on my best behaviour.
Dinner was at a tapas bar in Hammersmith, then we went to the
French and Saunders show at the Hammersmith Apollo. The show was
great blah blah blah, but the real fun happened at the tapas bar.
I was sitting between our corporate hosts, and sort of opposite
me was a pair of blonde women from some other company. The louder
one was going on about how she won't eat fish. It all stems from
her father's obsession with keeping tropical and exotic fish in their
family home. There were fishtanks everywhere, she said, in the
living room, up the stairs, everywhere.
"Oh yeah," I deadpanned, "I understand completely. We used to have
cats as pets, and I will never eat cat." The woman from Rosenbluth
looked at me, then said, in all seriousness, "Well of course not.
You don't see cat on the menu, so you wouldn't get to eat cat
The next words I spoke were "Thanks for the evening, Mark, it was
very enjoyable. Bye!"