Sex Workers, Content Writers And The Pursuit of Wonga
Wiggle it with pride, babe
God bless Disney for taking life’s realities and dipping them in sugar.
You get sold a hotel room with Julia Roberts playing a Pretty Woman with a gorgeous red mane tucked under an equally gorgeous blonde wig. You get delivered something else.
By “you” I mean my colleague, George, at the company do.
The company do was our compensation for spending the day in a PowerPoint-induced coma. They threw us a glittery party with overnight stay at a swanky London hotel with all sundries included at no charge, even the room minibar.
George went out for a vape and came in with a mysterious pretty woman draped over him. A few minutes on the dance floor and off they slithered. Nobody saw him again until breakfast the next morning when he emerged to tell us all about it.
Long story short, (long version is horrible, trust me), he’d gone upstairs with his lady and as things were getting steamy, she’d got hot and whipped off her wig.
Bald underneath.
On a scale of 1980’s Sinead O’Connor to current day Jada Pinkett Smith, she came in at Elmer Fudd. He said.
