I was
running late, and there was no Butter as he was off on an exotic vacation.
Jelly was
suffering from overindulging in a cheeky red drop the previous night. He
thought it seemed a good idea (at the time) to go with an extra vertically
large compilation from the Chine, “All you can dump on your plate”
extravaganza.
An
unfortunate creature sat near us, devouring his grub. Half man, half dim sim,
the poor individual di d not realising he was ‘what you eat’ and his regular
dining at the Paramount was clearly taking its toll. A photo could not be taken
of Dim Sim man without alarming the beast.
Jelly shared
a story of his charming, but extremely racist grandma who had warned his
girlfriend at time that she had better not marry him or their children will
have ‘slit eyes’. Now happily married, it appears the offspring were spared
this curse.
Poor health
prevention strategies were discussed, ie. You can avoid type 2 diabetes by
having the luck to be born with type 1 diabetes. Breast cancer is an equal
opportunity for all, whereas prostate cancer is not.
Peanut was
impressed with my knowledge of the difference between sailboarding and windsurfing. We also
discussed our high pressured careers and whether it was appropriate to add cutesy
cat pictures to liven up a stock standard power presentation. We agreed it
should be encouraged.
Jelly and
Peanut coughed up fur balls, and I later discovered; they were actually
conversing in French!
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