tonrob

Ok - I didn't say I was going to be able to get it right every time...

You couldn't find any Vimto (although admittedly you weren't trying very hard), although you did enjoy a small child-like carton of Ribena (the one that you push the straw through the hole) on no fewer that two consecutive days, and which you proclaimed to be almost the same.

Monster Munch was not to be found, but your pudding-longing was in some way satiated by the most amazing hot toffee sponge that came with a blob of vanilla ice cream at a poncy gastro-pub that you were dragged along to kicking and screaming on the last night.

tonrob

Strangely enough, you didn't find this as satisfying as you'd hoped. The laughable reporting and right-wing ranting damaged the structural integrity of the actual paper they were printed on, and alas your finger went through. You avoided picking your nose for the rest of the day.

tonrob

Oops - you completely forgot them. Not sure quite how you managed that....

tonrob

You were moderately more successful as the paper held. But you did find yourself scrubbing crap headlines off your arse for days.

tonrob

Fortunately you remembered exactly how minging they were, and the very thought of that disgusting jelly nonsense that lurks between the (and I use this term loosely) "meat" and the pastry was enough to make you hurl.

Therefore you didn't have one (in case that wasn't clear already).

tonrob

Now you did set your sights a little high, given that this was essentially a work trip and only a week in length, but your outcomes versus your initial goals are recorded below:

tonrob

You were sooo close to getting these... but in the heat of the moment you settled for a Monkfish Masala, special rice and cheese, chilli and spring onion nan instead.

And it was lush.

tonrob

Considering that stinky beef flavour was essentially a bad thing, you opted instead for the purity of ready salted, which let all that Hula Hoop goodness come flooding through. You even ate them two (or sometimes three) at a time as you were enjoying them so much (although you were also pressed for time and needed to go and catch the tube).

When you saw the pasty shop you were very tempted indeed, it has to be said. But at the end of the day you were off for a few beers which would inevitably be followed by yet another gut-busting curry*, so you wimped out, you big wimp, you.

*turned out to be Prawn Vindaloo, egg rice and onion kulcha, and you managed to eat it all so you considered the sacrifice well-made.

tonrob

When you got round to thinking about the grapes you realized exactly how poncy this all sounded so you went looking for a simple cheese butty* instead.



*But actually ended up with an M&S Scottish Smoked Salmon and herbed cream cheese one instead, which doesn't sound poncy in the slightest. No way.

tonrob

Minstrels were consumed, but strangely they didn't seem as nice as the ones you remembered, and you started to wonder whether they'd changed the recipe or something. You already had Maltesers at home in the cupboard from last time, and knowing that you can actually have too much of a good thing (with the exception of real ale, curry and sprouts of course) you decided against getting any more.

lisag8070

don't worry I'll get it right next time..

Marmalade

I didn't even like the minstrels, that sucks

tonrob

That's the way it goes, sometimes. Rose-tinted tastebuds and all that...

scrubbedexpat097

Ooops I forgot to tell him............hope the broken nose is starting to heal...

tonrob

A gallon of cask-conditioned ale serves as a great painkiller in a pinch.