Updates from previous entries

Getting Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls at 3am

My favourite meal is Sweet and Sour chicken balls. I don’t know why, they just are. When I was on my travels for six months, not one Chinese Restaurant seemed to sell them. The closest I got was in Townsville Australia, albeit the chicken balls were not balls, and they were not covered in batter. Anyway, when a Chinese takeaway opened until 3am, it was great. When this Chinese takeaway happened to open next door to the pub I tend to get quite drunk in quite a bit, utopia. No more Kebabs, chips or burgers, but a number 32, Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls with egg fried rice to go. The only problem I have found with this (it’s becoming a bit of a habit) is:-

1)I walk four miles home which takes an hour (on a good night) and an hour and a half (when swaying). As a result my favourite balls tend to get a bit cold.

2)I live in England. I live in England and it just happens to be winter. This means it is quite likely that it will be raining. Not only do I get wet, but my balls get rather soggy

3)Swaying. Walking a long way home, after a few pints of bitter shandy can cause you to move from side to side. As a result it has been known or more than one occasion that I have lost a few balls after they have come out of the bag, Not good in terms of value for money

4)Fallen asleep. In some cases where I have had a long walk and had a few beers, I tend to get a bit tired and fall asleep (some people call this passing out but honestly, my eyes are just tired). The whole point of buying Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls in the first place (hungry when drunk) is obsolete, and I’m left to look at my prized possession sitting bagged in the fridge the next morning which goes on to my last point…..

5)Having Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls from not the best Chinese Takeaway in town can be a disappointing affair in the morning. Of course at 3am they are not going to cook them on the spot, plus they are selling to customers who are probably drunk and won’t come back. This is confirmed when I heat up my stone cold balls in the microwave and discover that they always taste better the night before.

In conclusion, I either get a taxi home (which costs ten pounds and a considerable queue) and have them as soon as I get in or, refrain from the number 32 order in future.

The search for X-Z

I spent the whole day looking for a DVD called ‘You can count on me’ after hearing a couple of Directors talking about it. After being determined not to get it online, I did get it online after depressing myself in the shops. I had convinced myself that the reason that the shops had not got it was because everyone has bought it. Anyway I got it one week later online, and I think now it was the case that they didn’t think anyone would rent it or buy it in the shops, that’s why it’s not there. I rented out ‘Cruel Intentions’ and found that far more entertaining.

Night out in Brighton

Being fooled by thirty eight year old women in seafront nightclubs obviously didn’t put off us that much. We are going to the same nightclub for New Years Eve. This time it’s funky night, fifteen pounds entry.

Fate

Well even though a lot of the things led up to me thinking that a certain job was perfect, it turns out that I was over qualified and they were offering fifteen thousand pounds less than I am looking for. I’m putting fate to one side for now.