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A couple of years ago, we took some friends out to a nice restaurant in Glasgow (honestly, that's not an oxymoron) to celebrate their engagement. I ordered some kind of fancy pizza that came covered with loads of rocket. While I was waiting for everyone else's meal to be served, I nibbled at a few bits of the rocket, not really paying attention to what was on my plate. When the others' food arrived, I looked down, ready to tuck in...
...and saw a slug crawling across my plate through the forest of rocket leaves. It's times like this I really wish there was a vomit smiley. |
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