Damn it to hell, the hippy shit worked, I’m currently being hypnotheripised, holistically treated acupuntured and raikied whilst I type… tricky as I have a needle in my thumb. Typing is ow… ow. ow.
Actually, that was not true… I have not been any of those things, but my brain is suddenly open to them, or was last night as to my sheer surprise and delight the Slippery Eels seemed to bloody work.
I do like a curry, and living near Chapel Market and its fifteen curry houses (or two, havne’t counted yet) I get quite sad when I realise that a curry will actually make me feel quite ill.
But not that ill, ill enough to not eat curry every day, but certainly my delicate belly does make me feel a bit worse for wear later that night or the next day.
To test the Slippery Eels to their fullest I thought it best to steer away from my normal slightly mild curry and go for a jalfrezi. Normally I am suffering before the plate is clean. But I managed the whole night feeling fine. I’m going to start snorting lines of slippery eels at parties, stir it into all my drinks and bathe in its lucious paste.
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Except, it may help sort out my bad belly, but the next day, the bits between the belly and the outside world weren’t too keen on welcoming the visiting Indian designation….I was very very ill.
Stupid cunting slippery eels.