I’m being comfortably overshadowed by this part of the world's other high profile holidaymaker. In the main, this is because I am having to lay low due to my overfed swollen gut. Forget having trouble buttoning up my jeans after I eat: I’m actually having trouble putting my seat belt on. The culinary plan of attack here is two pronged: firstly food is delicious, and secondly portions are plentiful. Faced with such cunning, I am helpless. During each meal I gluttonise shamelessly and without restraint, whilst simultaneously trying to justify my actions to my host.
“Parent’s mentality,” I’ll explain with a full mouth, omitting any surplus words which might delay my gormandizing, “Working class [chomp] post war [chomp] children [chomp] grew up with [chomp] rationing [chomp] always had to [chomp] clear their plate [chomp] installed same in me [chomp] must eat [chomp] everything [chomp] no more talk…”
I think she is starting to cotton on that in actual fact I am just a greedy bastard.
5 weeks ago