Me and the laydeez VII

A night in Scotland's premier drinking city - Glasgo - and as usual I can't avoid the attentions of the waiting staff. Luckily she finished her shift early AND she had the cash to pay for a taxi back to my hotel.

Unfortunately she failed my "10 Year Rule"*, and I packed her off back into the night with a flea in her ear about time-wasting.

*I think its unbecoming for a gentleman of my stature to have to put up laydeez of a certain age, so I restrict myself to only accepting applications from those 10 years either side of my own age. It saves a lot of heartache on their part, I find.