A Discovery:

Fish and Chips CAN, as a matter of fact, be made badly.

I went to the Windsor Fish and Chips Company for a late lunch last night. I should have been tipped off by the fact that even though the name was displayed above a Brittish flag, the menu was entirely in Chinese.

I highly suggest that everyone go to this resturaunt, at least one time in their lives. The reason for this is that, well, after the meal there, I was with a spring in my step, and a song in my ears. The world seemed brighter, more vibrant and vividly alive than it had ever seemed before.

It was just so nice compared to the meal I'd survived only minutes prior!

Yeah. They had some amazingly sucky fish and chips. I mean, how hard is it to make? Fish, potato, knife, breading, deep-fat-fry.

But no, they had some really crappy nasty batter that was still runny on the inside, and burnt on the outside, and their chips were the lame kind with the funky corrugated edges you can get at the supermarket. It made my stomach hurt. I haven't eaten since yesterday, since remembering the meal.

I feel sick again.

Curse the fact that I can't complain. -_-

Curses again.

Anyway.

As a warning to the #tel crowd. If another whine from You Know Who gets back to me, I'm going to explode in a ball of Gaul-driven verbal beat-down and yell to the channel exactly why so many people are leaving, and to STFU already.

I feel a need to lash out, and I instinctively hunt the less intelligent. Maybe I just want an easy target.

But I loathe attention whores, oh yes I do....

...and no, the irony is not lost on me.