Spent a few hours this morning helping a mate move out of his flat and into his first house. Very exciting.
I wisely prepared for this strenuous work by drinking lots and lots of beer last night. Was a bit disappointed that there was nowhere for me to go dance, and I may have overcompensated with additional beers.
And a doner kebab. Now, I know a lot of you reading this are from countries that don’t really know about this peculiar delicacy, particularly those of you in the US, so I think I should explain. First, the brave hunter must catch the wild doner beast. It looks like a three-foot cylinder of homogeneous mystery meat. The doner beast is then skinned and a metal pole is rammed up its arse. This is what it looks like while it’s cooking:
Yummy, no? TBH this looks far far more appetising than any doner spit I’ve ever seen.
Doner meat is rich with life-giving saturated fats, and is wrapped in a pitta bread or similar (maybe a garlic naan if you’re lucky) along with chilli sauce that is always, without fail, too hot. And salad is added on top. And always discarded by the drunk eating it. These bad boys weigh in, if done properly, at upwards of 1000 kCals and are precision-guided missiles when it comes to filling that hungry drunk spot in your belly.
If you are anything like me, having bought one you will then decide that what it really needs to complement it is yet another beer.
You will wake up the next morning, feeling terrible, releasing the most noxious farts you have ever smelled, and get up way too early to go and help your mate move.
Or maybe that last bit is just me.
Anyway, we got the move done fairly quickly. I lifted many heavy boxes and pieces of furniture, and am now bear hench, innit. And then H’s mum gave me half a dozen free-range eggs from their farm as a thankyou. Paid in eggs. I like this olde-timey barter economy thing.
Tonight I shall drink further beer and cock around making music as long as I can focus and coordinate my fingers. This has been a good day.