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Stace is measured...
...and found wanting I’m sitting in my hotel room watching Empire Strikes Back on cable - these little Western treats become necessary after enough time on the road. Just ordered a tailored suit, spare slacks and 2 shirts for a total of GBP60. ‘Twas a lotta fun getting measured up. Furlong Faddling kept the shop gals entertained. When having his inside leg measured, Stace wobbles around like C3PO. I’ve ordered a dandy sandy summer suit. Cav’s gone Reservoir Dogs, Stace a nondescript dark blue for which I cannot think of any witticisms. We all selected dark red lining - same same but different.
Our supplier selection process for the tailor satisfied all government procurement guidelines. An RFP was drafted, four competitive tenders were invited, intangibles such as command of English, service and strength of fans in fitting rooms were evaluated using a Balanced Business Scorecard. The lowest bid was briefly considered then set aside as it failed key TQM and six sigma metrics (“pinching” around the shoulders).
Today your traveling ‘shticks imbibed an inconceivable 13 desserts between the 3 of us! Cav wracked up 5, Stacio and I 4 each. The Cargo Club patisserie was the primary perpetrator. We also dined
Five Deserts Furlong & his Big Bro
They'll never play for the Rushsticks again if they keep that up there - how is it that the finest Italian meal we’ve ever eaten was served in Vietnam! If you have occasion, I recommend the fabulously fungal mushroom risotto.
Took a cooking class this morning, preceded by a tour of the market and a wee boat ride. Chef was amusingly abusive without the Ramsey invective (“if you canno’ get fresh ginger in your country, time to move… don’t use MSG - first it kill you, then your family, then your country…”) Made spring rolls with real rice paper, stewed eggplant in clay pot (“we use clay pot because it look pretty”), Hoi An pancakes and learned how to cut salad into decorative shapes. I’m thus equipped with the killer dating skill of carving tomato skin roses - all I need now is a willing victim. Dined on our creations, chatted to some Vancouver-ites and got the lowdown on the failure of Parry’s beloved Canucks in the playoffs.
Cracking day.
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