Last night, in honour of Chinese New Year, I was invited to Ping Pong, a restaurant specialising in Dim Sum which offers classes in making Dim Sum. As a big fan of Asian food, I couldn’t wait to get stuck in.
Remember The Generation Game? It was a bit like that. We sat in a row wearing chef hats and followed the instructions that were being given to us, which involved a lot of folding pastry into special shapes. None of which I quite achieved.
As I’d been drinking quite a few glasses of Champagne I needed the loo. So off I went, but then when it was time to leave the cubicle… disaster. I couldn’t open the door. No matter which way I turned the lock, no matter how much I pulled, the door refused to open.
Of course, regular readers will know that I’m disaster queen – whether it’s falling off a Segway or crashing an ATV. But the last time I was properly locked in a loo I think I was a small child.
In desperation I started banging on the door. I could hear the diners clattering away outside, but no one seemed to be able to hear me. ‘Hellooo!’ I yelled, banging on the door with both fists. ‘Hellooo!’
Finally, a small voice said, ‘hello?’ ‘I’m LOCKED IN!’ I shouted, at this point no longer caring whether anyone in the restaurant could hear me. ‘I’ll go and get help,’ the woman said. After what seemed like eons I heard another voice, the manageress, telling me she would return with a screwdriver. Then one of my friends, and another waitress. Quite a small crowd appeared to be gathering outside.
‘Try turning the knob and then pushing the door instead of pulling it,’ the waitress said. ‘Um… OK,’ I said, giving it a go.
The door opened instantly and I walked back out into the restaurant, red-faced.
*This is my entry to The Gallery and the theme this week is ‘food’.