The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

Like we agree a time or date that something should be done by and it is?
Not in Poland pal.
Oh he was so British.
I needed him on my staff or at least to hang out with.
“Could we talk privately for a moment?” I asked not wanting this to end.
“Erm, sure.” He looked across at the door opposite then walked across and
ushered me in. He spoke to the women occupying the office and then we were
alone. “So what’s up?”
I explained my situation and the story of how I came to be in Poland and finally
to him and his office. He seemed genuinely touched that people thought so
highly of him and his work. I was right though, he felt the same about the ex-pat
scene as I did. He said that he’d tried a few of the websites and casual meet-ups
but he felt more comfortable with the Poles now. I was waiting to pounce with
my job offer but he struck first and asked if I fancied grabbing lunch. I wasn’t
really hungry but why not.
He returned to his room for his coat while I smiled at Slash. All the time I was
waiting I was hoping she would unleash an epic guitar solo out of the ether. She
didn’t and as Kinsley emerged from his office wrapping his scarf around his
neck, he was followed out by a procession of six young ladies.