I know you've been trained to ask us " is everything OK ?". But if you really must, please choose your moment when we're not mid-conversation. Didn't your parents tell you it's rude to interrupt? Actually (don't get me started) parents these days seem to prioritise their obnoxious little darlings' interruptions: "Yes of course sweetheart [how hugely clever of you to even be able to speak. I'm so so proud and I'm sure the adult I'm talking to will understand my child always comes first]. Sorry, I'll continue with our conversation after I've given Prunella another doughnut"... or maybe they've trained Prunella to always interrupt conversations with me. Hmm. But back to the waiter, the answer is always " Yes it's fine [now please go away] " . We're not going to tell you it tastes like shit in case you tell the kitchen and they piss in our dessert. We'll post what it was like in TripAdviser later
My kids call me Grom (Grumpy Old Man). OK, pedants will know that ought to be GOM, but a Grom sounds grumpy. I started building internet businesses in the 1980s and these days invest in other peoples' start-ups. Now that less of my life is about to happen than has happened, I've got a lot to get off my chest. This blog is a series of posts about things that annoy me, things that excite me or things that just need to be said. Grumbles of a Grom... Grombles