One of the things that I miss about England is the way we hide behind words. That’s not to say that I don’t like the American way of being direct, of having no social fear about asking how much? with who? or why?, but that there can be a beauty in euphemism.

I passed this sign on a pub on London’s Shoreditch High Street, on the way to the epic six hour lunch on the Shoreditch House roof deck that I, Belgian Waffling, Mrs Trefusis, MTFF and India Knight indulged in back at the beginning of May.

(If you haven’t seen one of these signs before, it means it’s a strip bar.)

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You have such an interesting perspective on things. I would have never thought about this in a million years.

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i love the special 'sauna's and massage parlours' xx

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In Finland the sign would have read 'Big Tits'(I have a picture of the Tampere bar somewhere) PS. I like the sound of that eight hour lunch. xx

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…or the entirely different meaning a coffee shop takes on in Amsterdam…

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There is a lot to be said for decorum.

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Ironically, no true gentleman would venture inside. Still, it makes a change from NYC where if you walk down the street you (assuming you are male) are accosted at every junction by shills for strip joints – they try to hand you a card and if you ask them what's for they get pretty graphic. I asked one once if I would wake up the next morning with no money and he said, "that's for sure!" You've got to admire American honesty.
Mark.

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