I had a strange dream on Thursday. I went in a nice seafood bar. Ordered my favourite, and paid for it. Its quite expensive, but the place is quite a big name in seafood. I ordered the seafood platter - which has king prawns, smoked salmon, crab and lobster. Anyway, it was quite a long wait. And I noticed other orders were being delivered while I was waiting. EVentually, I notice a table just over from mine. There was a seafood platter and two Spaniards were tucking into it, with some posh bloke from Knightbridge, Chelsea somewhere like that. So I said to the waiter as he walked past. "Erm I ordered one of those AGES ago, but those 3 are tucking into it. There must have been some mistake, yeah?" I asked him.
The waiter said, "no no mistake Sir, yours will be ready very soon". And he turns around. I watch the 2 Spaniards pick up the last chunks of lobster, stick it in their gobs, and rub their stomachs. "Hmm delicious" they say, giggling in my direction.
"Ah" exclaims the waiter, "Yours is here now". And he hands me the plate the other 3 were eating from, now with just some leftover salad. He then empties half a tin on tuna onto the plate. "Bon appetit"he says. So I say to the waiter "what the f**k is this?" And he replies "your seafood Sir, you didn't complain last time when I left off the tiger prawns+crab, and the time before when I had the smoked salmon off it. Everyone loves my famous restaurant.. look it is full. Really, there is no pleasing some people!"
Anyway, I decided to knock it on the head on Friday. Let someone else have my tickets for the Hull game.
It was a funny feeling on Sat. First time since press favourite Woy the blert was masquerading as a football manager in L4.
What did I miss? Not a lot.
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