Today was the day of the London Comedy Festival New Act Competition. First round, semi and final all in the same day.
It went well, I got in the final.
But today was almost entirely taken up with things to do with the competition.
Except for my dinner…
By this stage, I knew I was in the final, it was all due to start in about an hours times.
I hadn’t eaten all day and still had quite a hangover from last nights wine session, and now the knowledge that I’d made it to the final ten made me feel physically sick.
So into Tescos on Dean Street I went with a curious mix of devastating hunger and the feeling that if I ate a single thing I’d be violently ill.
They may have sections for vegans and wheat intolerances, but I could see no signs pointing to ideal food for people who have just gotten into the final of a competition (gap in the market Mr. Tesco).
Should I go for fruit? Some light salad? A heavy, but filling pasta dish, maybe just some cake?
I plumped for sandwiches, easy, cheapish, and lots of stuff.
Then I found my favourite sandwich of yore, the Chicken Caesar Wrap…I remember when Tescos first started making these years ago, it was in the day when you were hard pushed to find baguettes in a supermarket sandwich fridge, let alone a wrap.
My unworldly Cheltenham self used to gawp at the excitement of this, was this the kind of sandwich that littered the streets of London? What other bread based delights would be waiting for me in the big city?
Well, apart from the occasional ciabatta, London has been a bit dull.