I still have the flu, and I suppose I'm feeling a bit grumpy, so let your wolfy have his grump, please.
I was thinking about food, restaurant food... which is something I'm usually happy with unless they go all wanky and offer food that probably shouldn't be eaten.
I dispise the dish which has a frilly, decorated whatsit in the centre, while dribbled around the edge is a ring of yellow crap that could be chicken vomit for all I know.
If you're anything like me, it feels like your tummy has fallen out around seven.
Your Wolfy gets like that a lot and was worse as a teenager, who damn well needed a pile of food on his plate which could hide an inflated footy.
Nothing pleases me more than to be seated at a pub and get a lovely, whopping great, Chicken Parma... With Veggies, not overdone thanks, and a proper lemon squash... not Solo or any of that, Yes I know it's impossible to get these days, but I can hope and I can remember.
But there people out there who will pay more for fish eggs and quail [roasted sparrow]
* Yes I realise it's not actual sparrow, but is there much of a difference, I mean, once you've sucked the pea sized bit of meat off, is there any point arguing?
So in future, if any of you have the idea to take me to a restaurant for the evening, I won't be a happy lad if the food is too posh.