Recovering

After a dessert which was actually 10 desserts presented on a kind of satellite dish thing. I had a rough idea of what I was getting, but feigned surprise to calm anyone with cholesterol conscience. The preceding steak was pretty damn big too, so I’m a happy man. One of the worst days in my life was one night on the famous Swedish tour when I went to see if I could extract some beer with alcohol in from the organisers and returned empty-handed to find that the boys had eaten virtually all of the spitted pig and one of them was getting grease all over the lady with whom one wished to retire to the hay barn which was bloody cold anyway.

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