In article <r0uev1$pfq$
1...@dont-email.me>, Firu <
firu....@gmail.com>
writes
I love a curry but I didn't always.
Many years ago our works suppliers used to take us out on the pish which
usually ended at a curry house where not being used to them I ended up
with a vindaloo, or as I thought then, liquid fire.
Some time later a friend suggested a curry after a night out, I
explained I thought they were uneatable and he persuaded me that they
didn't need to be so hot, that was my introduction to a love of the
curry.
Sadly he was a motorbike nut and on a trip to the Isle of Man he was
killed in an accident driving the TT route.
We have a curry at least once a week, mostly a chilled pack from
Morrisons or Iceland, which are passable, but every couple of months
from one of our local curry houses of which there are many, more genuine
but also more expensive.