Grant
Honorary Master
A while ago a had a curry at The Bombay Bicycle Club.
It started off as a very civilised affair. Mild and spicy - very aromatic.
About quarter way the top of my head had a mild tingle, a bit like pins and needles. About three quarters done, the tingle remained - no burn, great taste, but i then realised i could no longer feel my lips. A bit like being at the dentist.
A minute later i was finished. Really great rich and spicy curry.
This was a lunch. As i had be be home soon i excused myself and left for home.
At home i realised i was actually quite thirsty so grabbed some coke from the fridge.
As it went down i realised my folly.
I was now on fire, the hair on my head felt like it was trying to run from something - my forehead was drenched !
Panic set in. What to do ?
It had been over an hour since my meal. Oh jesus !
Back to the kitchen. Milk this time. Burn baby burn. The inferno within raged on.
The contractors arrived at my house by now, so i must explain what i need done. Unable to stand still, it keep shifting my weight from foot to foot, my eyes are darting around the room unable to maintain contact with the contractors. By now I am sweating like a TooDolla ho in a confession box.
The contractors look nervously at each other then leave to set about their work.
Suddenly it was over and all was well in the land.
At least so I thought.
A while later i had to take my place in the throne room.
Had i not have known better i would have thought i was sitting in a queening chair with satan under me holding a blow torch.
Suddenly i was in a cold sweat. The sound of machine gun fire was coming from below. Regaining my composure i assumed the worst was over.
Wrong - the sound of rapid machine gun fire erupted again !
Then it was over, as suddenly as it started.
Surely i am not the only one to have suffered this kind of ambush by curry. Please comfort me with your own experiences in order to restore my faith in curries !
It started off as a very civilised affair. Mild and spicy - very aromatic.
About quarter way the top of my head had a mild tingle, a bit like pins and needles. About three quarters done, the tingle remained - no burn, great taste, but i then realised i could no longer feel my lips. A bit like being at the dentist.
A minute later i was finished. Really great rich and spicy curry.
This was a lunch. As i had be be home soon i excused myself and left for home.
At home i realised i was actually quite thirsty so grabbed some coke from the fridge.
As it went down i realised my folly.
I was now on fire, the hair on my head felt like it was trying to run from something - my forehead was drenched !
Panic set in. What to do ?
It had been over an hour since my meal. Oh jesus !
Back to the kitchen. Milk this time. Burn baby burn. The inferno within raged on.
The contractors arrived at my house by now, so i must explain what i need done. Unable to stand still, it keep shifting my weight from foot to foot, my eyes are darting around the room unable to maintain contact with the contractors. By now I am sweating like a TooDolla ho in a confession box.
The contractors look nervously at each other then leave to set about their work.
Suddenly it was over and all was well in the land.
At least so I thought.
A while later i had to take my place in the throne room.
Had i not have known better i would have thought i was sitting in a queening chair with satan under me holding a blow torch.
Suddenly i was in a cold sweat. The sound of machine gun fire was coming from below. Regaining my composure i assumed the worst was over.
Wrong - the sound of rapid machine gun fire erupted again !
Then it was over, as suddenly as it started.
Surely i am not the only one to have suffered this kind of ambush by curry. Please comfort me with your own experiences in order to restore my faith in curries !