Well, I got to midday and had to concede that I was not fit enough to stay at work, what with having this cold and all.
I therefore set the Out of Office reply and made my way home via the local curry house.
I haven't had a vindaloo for probably 25 years, since I reached a stage where I finally felt that I had proven my point, and elected to taste my food from then on.
Well, having decided to try one out in order to go nuclear on this damn cold , and being way beyond the need to show what I can do in the bad lad stakes, I can confirm that there is little point in a vindaloo APART from clearing one's ague. Why else would anyone elect to eat it?
And to think that it's what I ate EVERY time we went into the Indian.
Of course I was young and idiotic back then, and at least it was less stupid than getting a tattoo.
Or doing those stuntman japes for laughs which have probably contributed to my chronic back problem.
Got some great laughs though.
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