It was Marcus and Ellen's wedding anniversary on Saturday so a group of us went to the Eel Pie pub in Twickernham to celebrate. Prior to this I had rather foolishly neglected to eat any tea leaving me slightly more susceptible to the frothy wallop than normal. Add to this the lovely evening sun and the convivial company there was a inevitability that the fine Hofbrau Premium would have it's wicked way with my sobriety.
So after a very funny boozy evening Marcus, Ellen, Ali and I find ourselves in the Twickenham Tandoori. Now I'm no expert at Indian food mainly because I don't really like spicy food. I tend to go for a nice mild korma or if I'm really pushing the boat out, perhaps I'll brave a medium chicken curry. However, in my less that focused state I simply couldn't decide on a meal so Marcus very kindly recommended the Garlic Murgh Chilli Masala. Whilst it may be milder than a vindaloo, to me it tasted like the burning fires of hell. But because by this time I was half crazed by hunger I ate every burning mouthful. Of course I totally forgot that if it hurts when it goes in then it sure as heck is going to hurt when it comes out. If only I'd remembered to pop some loo roll in the fridge last night :-(