The best dressed diplomat telephoned me from Brown Thomas in Dublin the other morning, having stopped off briefly on her way to New York. She wanted to report the following comment.
Middle aged sales lady on lingerie floor calling to colleague “Mary, are we out of the black bras with nipple tassels?”
The heart surgeon called to say that she is off to a heart surgeons’ love-in in Washington DC. Will it be fun? “Well, I’m looking forward to the interactive bit where we ask questions to a doctor performing surgery.” “In the auditorium?” “Oh no, by video link up, she/he has a headset”. Yes, and apparently the 1,000 bods in the audience ask questions of the on screen doctor while he/she works. What kind of consent forms do you imagine these patients sign?
And finally, check out this friend of Dervala’s who heard her husband won the nobel prize on Monday morning.
on 06 October 2004 at 13:06
I used to have to phone a surgeon in Wales. After a few months I asked one of my colleagues what they supposed the slurping noises were when I spoke to him on the phone…I’m annoyed that the black bras with the nipple tassels have sold out though.
on 06 October 2004 at 13:45
I’m petitioning the Nobel committee to introduce a Prize for best nipple-tassled bra. Physics seems so exclusive – it’s got maths and stuff in it hasn’t it? Who understands that.
on 06 October 2004 at 16:49
Gosh. Dublin’s so racy these days!
on 07 October 2004 at 21:57
HJB, of course, that’s where they’ve gone. Norah, distressing. Silver, Nobel blog? Pog, I know, I’m terrified that I will never settle back due to overwhelming lack of raciness.