Lost, handshakes and Snakeskin

Mr James, my friend hasn’t bothered watching Lost series 4, so insisted that I tell him the story so far. It was noted that I should never be sent to Hollywood to pitch for a series, as my synopsis made little sense. But, as good as Lost is, how did it see the light of day?! “well there’s a tropical island with polar bears on and some sort of bee swarmy thing and a mad French woman”.

As we sat in the cocktail bar we gave up on Lost and turned our attention to the firmness of handshakes - The grip just firm enough to apply comfortable pressure, communicating confidence and ability. We agreed that the overly macho handshake that dislocates your knuckles makes just you want to wrestle the aggressor to the floor - trying to establish dominance with a handshake is so lame.

Several holstelries later it was the new Vodka bar that we found sanctuary in. We couldn’t understand why everyone was Salsa dancing, but our attention was soon captured by the snakeskin seats and walls? I kept slipping off my seat and in my drunken stupor Mr James looked like he was astride a giant serpent.

The rest is a blur and now my head hurts!