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5:43pm on Wednesday, 9th November, 2005:

Unjust Desserts


I don't normally have dessert at lunch, but today I was tempted beyond endurance and cracked. There was this kind of Swiss roll thing, made of cream, meringue, marshmallow and raspberry sauce that it was beyond my powers to resist. It cost £1, and it was only about half an inch thick, but it just looked so good that I decided to treat myself.

All the way through eating my shepherd's pie, I had it there in front of me, waiting patiently to be eaten. I was really looking forward to it. In the end, I abandoned some of the rough-looking carrots that I'd got with the pie, and determined that the time was right to tuck in.

Damn them to hell! It was laced with alcohol! I took one bite and had to spit it out — it was all I could do not to throw up.

Restaurants really, really ought to warn people when they do things like that. Not everyone likes alcohol, and I'm one of those who doesn't. Once that religious intolerance bill becomes law, there'll be people suing over this kind of stunt, and, much as I dislike the very concept of that law, at least there'll be some good come out of it if there are warnings on all products that people have put alcohol in as a result. As it is, I'm a quid out of pocket and was morose for the five minutes it took me to go buy a Crunchie to take away the taste.

Alcohol: the dill pickle of desserts.

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