The hugely obese North American sports journalist got through five- or was it six- girls in the course of his fortnight's stay. They all disappointed him one way or another.
The sweet young girl with the boyfriend who came down with a tummy bug admitted to being in love with him. "He seems hard, but he's really very soft." Her colleagues told her not to be so stupid. "I've been disappointed by the quality of the girls," said the tummy-bug boyfriend. "Yeah, she's sweet, but it's just a fantasy. I'm not going to see her again."
Off duty the girls bitched about working conditions, about their bossy supervisor, about the way the punters were always asking for love.
Once in a while we'd catch a glimpse of Hugo Chavez pontificating on the bar-room TV screen. " Patriotism, Socialism or Death," he said. Which means what exactly?
The guy with the little piggy eyes was bored with his first girlfriend. Alexandra (who wants to be a dentist) was proposed as a replacement. "Do you like me?" he asked. She forced a grin. Half an hour later she walked out on him and got herself sacked.
"I'm not a pimp," said the north country Brit who was running the show, "I'm a businessman."