Sunday, March 2, 2008

The other day I had to organise the filming of a small awards ceremony. The affair was formal black tie and everyone came along in their best gowns or suits etc. It always fascinates me how men, when dressed up to the nines, seem to alter their attitude accordingly, strutting along in a hired DJ as though they own the town. The women are even worse. Whats really funny though is watching them after they've all had a few drinks... The guys revert to type, often spilling wine down themselves, stripping off their dickie bows and leaving half their mouthfuls of food around the corners of their mouths. The women are funnier. Not used to strapless dresses, I saw three women fall out of their tops whist stretching for the wine, nipples dancing amongst the remains of the meat and gravy on their plates. The response? Huge cheers every time!

You can bring the cattle to market - but you can't guarantee the quality of the beef!