Monday, November 09, 2009

Ring of Fire

A crisp, clear morning with a touch of frost on the ground after a rather disturbed night's sleep, but of that more anon.

In a shock development we actually went out last night for my friend Andrew's annual birthday curry which started off with some very nice beer in the Devonshire Cat, some middling beer in the Frog and Parrot. We then wondered down to Leopold Square which I had no idea even existed and turned out to be a very cosmopolitan little bit of Sheffield tucked away behind the City Hall, decked out in fancy lights and hosting a variety of bars and eating establishment.

The restaurant we went to was called Aagrah, which disappointingly turned out not to have a dyslexic pirate theme. The decor was very upmarket, the food was ok but quite pricy, and it seemed like the sort of restaurant designed to funnel through large numbers of people with military precision rather than being a relaxed eating experience. I don't imagine that we'll go there again - I much prefer ramshackle Indian restaurants with proper flock wallpaper and Bollywood soundtracks playing in the background.

After pigging out on the Special Biryani (which seemed to be special by dint of having big bits of lime still in it) I had some quite vivid and bizarre dreams in which I ended up walking along a street full of houses with darkened windows knowing that there were people hiding in fear inside. In the last house I knew that I somehow had to get into the attic where there was a Macbook computer that I could use to reboot the universe. As I was logging on the webcam flickered into life showing a picture in picture display of the room behind me in infra-red colours with a horribly betentacled and squamous Cthuloid creature approaching. Yikes. Fortunately at this point the alarm went off to wake me up.

Much as I like curry, I fear that curry does not like me very much, hence the title of this post. No more nights out on a school night for me in future.

Unlike most of the known universe, I'm not planning on rushing out to buy Modern Warfare 2 at midnight tonight. After all, it's just another FPS, albeit it looks like a very polished one. I suspect that the second hand market will have plenty of copies soon enough, and I don't mind waiting.

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