Just looking something up in an old Register piece of mine. And finally, finally, noticed something about this:
The chat up of the tart by the potential punter – or vice versa of course – seems to be taking place outside the gynaecological clinic in Callao, which is the old port of Lima, Peru.
So here’s the mystery. How did the El Reg pictures editor know that my great granny was born in Callao, the port city of Lima, Peru. And, also, that her mother was no better than she should be. If not professional at it at least one of her children was born 11 months after the relevant husband’s death – it’s marked on the birth certificate.
Spooky synchronicity, eh?
Double snigger: In the sense that if 10 per cent of men (usually what it’s pegged at) are users or hirers of female companions
You’ve got to be quick off the mark at the funeral. Don’t yell, won’t swell, grateful as hell. 11 months shows somebody got their numbers wrong.
Ah 2014.
A more innocent time when one could still use the term “pegged” in an article about the economics of prostitution.
That struck me too on re-reading. If I were writing the same thing today I’d have used it still – but slipped a fnarr fnarr or summat in there too. Fun how language – or perhaps societal references, – change in only 9 years.
If you want some input on you’re original article, there’s a presumption there that male prossies make the same trick money as the gurls. From what I know about it, they don’t.
It’s the usual thing with the game. There’s always a vast surplus on the supply side. There’s just more orifices available to rent than there are paying protuberances to occupy them. And for various reasons that surplus is far greater when the orifices are male. So in reality, in 2014, you’d probably be talking about something like a tenner rather than a nifty. The lifestyle of course. The competition’s freebies. On the other hand the gurls will often offer some sort of facilities in the price whereas the boyz arrangements’ are generally more impromptu. So effectively zero overheads.
So sorry lads if you were contemplating a career change. Unless you want to spring for silicone enhancement & a full wardrobe change, don’t bother.
My friend Richard is contemplating moving into the “chick with dick” market
Which might explain why he has all his wealth in cash…
More interestingly, what has (did?) Vulture Central got on June Whitfield?
Or should that be Terry Scott?
Think the clinic in question is in Madrid Tim, there’s no such establishment in Callao.
Dear Mr Worstall
That punter looks suspiciously like a girl to me, though that would not necessarily preclude the encounter.
She (or indeed he) appears to have a hair bun, the scarf looks very ladylike as does the blouse (or shirt), and she (or indeed he) has a shoulder bag – not necessarily definitive either way.
Is there a prize?
DP
Dear Mr Worstall
Bloke in Callao is correct:
https://www.google.co.uk/maps/@40.4211035,-3.7044905,3a,75y,199.86h,70.63t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1s6-YQD0EpeKCON2lIOhSRTA!2e0!5s20080501T000000!7i13312!8i6656
The link should take the casual clicker directly to the approximate location of the original in May 2008. The people seem to have moved on, though the Minute Maid shop is still there, together with the bins. It morphs into the Cafe Bar Italo by 2011. The bins are gone by 2015.
Hope this helps.
DP