An Ode to Curry.

O Curry, all hot and spicy,

why do I love you so....

God, I wish I could write poetry. The Belgians love their Whitlof, we British love our Currys. The first Indian resturant in England opened in 1815, I'm afraid I dont know when the first Witlof resturant opened in Belgium but it was probably around the same period. My name is Mike and I'm addicted to Curry. I had my first curry in the early 1970's, I can remember the journey to Gants Hill from our home in Enfield quite clearly. My first ever Curry was a Madras, so I started spicy at an early age. In my 20's I needed something spicier so I started eating Vindaloos and by the time I was 30 I was eating Phals. For anyone who doesn't know what a Phal is then imagine eating one of those things a fire-eater puts in his mouth while it's still on fire, it's as hot as that. I never really had a problem with Phals, but my lips did. If I could have lain on my back and had Indian waiters drop the food into my mouth like a Roman Senator then I would have. But I don't think my usual £2 tip at the end of a meal would have covered it. And I didn't like to ask, anyway. I had to stop eating Phals when my taste buds left for less spicier climes. I went cold turkey. Not all of my taste buds could be tempted back but enough have returned for me to enjoy a Jalfrezi whenever we visit England.

Oh Curry, so hot and spicy,

why do I love you so?

is it because you taste so nicey,

or becau......damn, I wish I could write poetry!

Thursday night is a Curry night in our house!

Bring it on!!

Summer in Antwerp.

Do You Blog?

A week ago I knew nothing about blogging. I was aware of them but in the same way that I'm aware of Elephants. I know they are there but I've never wanted to have one!
I know from my site meter that 23 people have visited this page today. I'm very curious as to who those people are. Did you just stumble across this page or were you pushed?
My attitude to the blog was to just press enter on my first post and let it disappear into the WWW, hoping it would introduce itself to the surfing world without any help from me. I guess the internet isn't as clever as I thought it was.
Luckily for me, my fiance and first follower(hmm, makes me sound like the leader of a dodgy religion), Do, told everyone she knew in her email address book and she had back some nice replies. What I would like to do is get people to become followers of the blog, leave comments and tell us all about their blogs. So even if you just stumbled across this blog, leave details of your own so we can visit it.

Klokkeven in Oostmalle.

faq

I wasn't going to write today but something happened on the way to Delhaize that left me scratching my head. So I decided not only to write about it but also start a new segment in my blog called faq or frequently asked questions. Basically, things that make me go "huh?".
I think this is also a good way of getting readers involved in the blog because I would love to hear your comments, dear reader.
I was walking along the pavement to Delhaize (that's a big supermarket chain here in Belgium), listening to a rather snazzy Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds compilation I made on my ipod, when over the sound of the music I heard women screaming. I looked to the source of the screaming and saw two teenage girls waving a stick at me. The girls stood at either end of the stick and hanging from the stick were maybe as many as five bikini's. I have to say that this is something thats never happened to me before but the postman behind me got a shake as well which made me wonder if this is a special feestdag I didn't know about. Something to do with spring coming maybe? I would appreciate enlightenment!
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