Wednesday, November 07, 2007

A few messages from them to you...

It's been a while, so this might be a bit of a long one...

First of all, my friend Enrique claims that this woman is his cousin, and mentions that he'd be desperate to get in touch if anyone's seen her. I wonder why?



Next, Colin is feeling very proud about Lydia, so here she is.


And here's a message from Lisa, one of my colleagues, to let everyone know that her play El Esqueleto de La Señora Morales is currently playing at Teatro Rafael Solana, Miguel Angel de Quevedo 687. It's on every Thursday at 8:30 until December 6th. She also mentions that it's "a hilariously funny play", so if your Spanish is up to it, why not give it a go?

Finally, I've had a message from a man named
Roger Kenyon here in Mexico City, asking me to mention that they desperately need singers in the small choir he sings in. Please get in touch if you can help him out.

Normal service will now be resumed (just as soon as we find out what's normal anyway).

Saturday, September 08, 2007

Don't go to La Bodega

My girlfriend and I went to La Bodega, a restaurant in La Condesa, last night to celebrate a friend's birthday. She'd rented a private room there, and everything was fine until the time came to pay the bill. It had started raining and the restaurant's credit card terminal was out of order as a result. We managed to get together most of the bill in cash, but couldn't pay the last part. The management refused to accept any form of collateral to cover the bill and sent Sandra, the birthday girl, out in the rain to find a cash machine whilst the rest of us waited for her return.

Sitting there, virtually held prisoner by the restaurant management, we realised that what we had collected covered the bill, including rental, but minus the 15% service charge. Tips are optional in Mexico, and to our mind, good service did not include being detained for no good reason.

When Sandra returned, having failed to get money from any of the nearby cash machines, we refused to pay the service charge. An argument ensued, with the restaurant manager insisting that we had to pay the tip. I guess he didn't realise that most of the group worked in the media and were better informed than him. At this point, he suggested we left some ID and came back the next day to pay the remainder. Needless to say, his suggestion came too late, and we left, an hour and a half after we'd received the bill.

I feel sorry for the waiters, but the manager was an absolute fool. How many bad recommendations will his obstinacy have caused?

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Expat Interviewed

I've just been interviewed by the website Expat Interviews on my experiences of life in Mexico. They asked me quite a lot of questions about what it was like to come here and how I've dealt with the culture, so it's pretty comprehensive. I've also sent them some photos of Mexico, so it looks quite good too.

There are also loads of interviews with other expats all over the world, and their stories make for interesting reading. It seems weird to think of myself as an expat, but I did feel something in common with all those other people.