Women’s ways

Silly really. Although it seemed like a good idea at the time. A girls’ poker evening. I forgot that trying to persuade a group of women to do anything involving a certain absence of men is like trying to get them to turn up to their own funeral.

I’ve tried to organise these sorts of escapade before and it has inevitably been like pulling teeth without gas. Everyone spends the night looking at their watches and fiddling furiously with their mobile phones under the table. You can hardly hear the sighs of despair above the frantic tapping of text messages to real people, i.e., men.

At 10.30 p.m. sharp the entire gathering simultaneously announces that it is absolutely shattered and whilst it has been a lovely evening it really is time to go home to bed. Five minutes later a series of men left on standby across London receive calls from girlfriends and wives to inform them that they are on their way over for an urgent, late-night romantic tryst.