A Whore-ible Tale and I-can't-tell-you

After's Vibha's poetic response to Chesterton's misery I decided to hunt down this colleague of mine who had a singular experience. Not very singular but an experience all the same. This gentleman was riding his bike towards the station or the bus stand (not that it makes a difference) when he had to stop to pick a friend up. According to the horse, he was on the bike turning around to look for the friend in question while his helmet (which was on his head, for the doubting few of you) was "pointing in another direction". Now I'm not Henry Grey or Vesalius or Galen but I do know enough anatomy to realise that it's either a physical impossibility (and thus a fib) or its a potential Ripley's entry. The other direction was apparently at a normally dressed, college student like lady. But this too was not to be. Having been in this position for a sufficient length of time our hero was accosted by the lady and an accomplice who'd appeared from nowhere and addressed the helmet (in chaste vernacular) "How much will you give?" Now you have to realise that our hero's face and the helmet were not in alignment in the first place ("how else could it have happened?" said the horse)... So in the few moments in which syzygy was attained our friend also experienced what can be best described as gyanodayam. Needless to say he gunned his machine and did a Streethawk on the couple.
He's been sneaking around corners and flinching at loud sounds since then.
Ok it's a nice story. Sufficiently funny but got me thinking about the oldest profession of all time... More on that later. But when a kid was asked what nitrate was he replied, "2500, hotel charges extra..."

Juice from the honorable legislature is that a particular politician is now resting a little easier.
This section is taken out due to reasons both ethical and political. Those of you who've read it, if I find you propogating the tale will have to call the black cats or swat or the cia to take you out.
The moral of the story though remains the same.
Old chinese saying... When small men cast big shadows... the day is coming to an end.