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What the hell’s that?” asks Damon, as I pull a little home-assembled gizmo from my bag. “Dude!!!” he says. “It’s not — it’s not –“<\/p>\nService: * * * *
Food: * * * 1\/2
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Damon’s just done a voice-over session at Primedia across the road. I gave him a lift, due to Wendy using his car today, due to Wendy’s car being stuck in Nelspruit for the next week or so while the mechanics have a field day finding things they can charge her for in fixing her blown head gasket.<\/p>\n
“What the hell’s that?” asks Damon, as I pull a little home-assembled gizmo from my bag. “Dude!!!” he says. “It’s not — it’s not –“<\/p>\n
“It is,” I say.<\/p>\n
A while ago, Damon and I invented a babewatching gizmo that would allow both parties at the table to gawk at the same babe, without one of them craning his head round and looking like a lame rubber-necker. It remained an idea, until I got to London.<\/p>\n
I say, “I bought the mirror at a ‘one pound store’ in London.”<\/p>\n
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The device is a bicycle mirror, attached to a dowel rod, with a sturdy bullclip attaching it to the table or chair.<\/p>\n
Damon attaches it to the chair, and bends the arm around so that he can see the waitresses behind him. I’ve got a great seat, so I can watch them bending over the till in their tight black trousers all the time.<\/p>\n
“It works! It works!!!” says Damon.<\/p>\n
For the rest of the afternoon, Damon’s eyes are glued to the mirror. Strangely, not one waitress comes up to us and asks what this thing is.<\/p>\n
“I should have bought two mirrors at the pound store,” I say.<\/p>\n
“Two EACH,” says Damon.<\/p>\n