Whatabout the boogie factor, enhanced or destroyed?
Apart from a family occasion, I am still not sure that there is any particular characteristic that would make impel me to visit. The place that calls itself an Inspired Indian Restobar in particular does not inspire confidence.
When I was 3, I think, my dad drove me at some speed from Petts Wood to Orpington Hospital so the nice doctor could extract a torch bulb that had got lodged in my throat (pro tip - if youāre going to use a pen torch as a pea-shooter, with the bulb as ammo, then only ever blow. Never suck.).
The doctor, forceps to hand, duly obliged.
To be fair, still not a component of a planned tourist visit.
Surprised he didnāt lamp you one when you got homeā¦
Assault and batteryā¦
Yeah but he would have been charged.
Negative
Iām positive he would have
And put in a cell?
He must have been incandescent
What LED you to that conclusion?
Get to feck with yer punnageā¦
Heās switched-on to that sort of thing.
Remember those torches that the beam colour would change, white to red to green at the push of a sliding button.
I was convinced that the infrequent aircraft overhead were signalling back to me, I was only six at the time.
He had his faults, my dad, (boy, did he) but when it came to me and my sister I donāt ever remember him blowing a fuse.
Currently enjoying some codeine induced me time, 24 hour headache has gone along with my ability to care about anything. Itās almost pleasurable.
Treated myself to a Vitra Allstar office chair. Will be more comfortable than my cheap chair from Ikea, look nice when not in use in the living room. Has enough adjustments for my needs and was bought second hand off a used Office Furniture company. Lots of great chairs out there if youāre looking, including the all singing and dancing Herman Miller ones.
This is the one I am getting which is far more suitable for a domestic setting.


