Silom Road, Bangkok. About 7.15 pm.
"Hello, sir. What you looking for, sir? A bar, a massage? Nice girl, sir?"
"Actually, what I'm looking for is the Quiz Night at the British Club."
He gives me a look of utter disgust, as if mine is an unspeakably sordid urge, the satisfaction of which is entirely beneath him, not to mention his nice girls.
(We won, by the way.)