Well, I broke the habbit of a week yesterday and didn't eat Pizza Hut takeway for dinner. Fact I had it for breakfast is none of your concern! :>>

Look, I'm allowed to do this, and this is why.
I trundled (well, waddled) across the road to a lovely looking (remember that's a bit of a relative term here - there were no dying animals out front and the walls and floor had been cleaned within the past few days, a week at most) restaurant called the Colombo (after the Sri Lankan capital, I supposed) which proclaimed its speciality in Chinese food on the main illuminated sign.
I'll put the bracket keys down now, it's okay, it's okay, "Step away from the parantheses, and we can all go home safely Son..."

It was almost fully packed with locals - a good sign one might say - although strangely after darkening their door, utilising essential seating space and creating such arduous work for their waiting staff as to bring me a whole double-folded sheet of cardboard most of these Indian customers smartly vacated the place, into which I am reading nothing of course. It must just have been Eating-Up Time in the Hindu calendar or something.

I scanned the menu, then read the menu, then scrutinised it closely to find some justification for their claim to Chinese cuisine, because all I could see there amid all the normal Indian veg and non-veg stuff that was discernibly Chinese was Gobi Manchurian (Manchurian, okay, fair enough that's a Chinese sauce - or `gravy` as sauce is always called here - but Gobi is just cauliflower in Hindi and is present in every menu of every restaurant in this country, I'd bet. It's even on the PIZZA HUT menu as a topping) and 4 chop suey dishes.
One of which was `American chop suey` as well which rather defeats the point. Strange.

Anyway it was busy when I got there and I was finishing off the Bill Bryson book about Britain, Notes From A Small Island which is simply fantastic by the way, so I didn't mind the long wait for service and the subsequent wait for my food in which my beard appreciably grew, but the food itself - hot & sour soup, veg American chop suey (well, I can eat what I want can't I? The others all had meat in anyway) and a little cheap Indian bread called a parotha (or parota or porota etc) - was quite delicious, and it was at least a whole hour after finishing the last of it until I was sick back in my hotel, intractably dedicated to the toilet (a proper sit-down one thank fucking Jupiter) in a number and variety of ways I would not care to mention.

In any case I didn't get to sleep until past 4am again, although this was profitable in its own small way because I started to read the excellent Conan Doyle Sherlockian compilation His Last Bow, which was very good and nice and intriguing between bouts of shitting myself silly, although being of a sugggestible mind anyway and especially vunerable to feverish thoughts when even slightly ill, reading a book where the first 100 pages comprise stories that are based entirely on suspenseful blood-imbued gruesomeness and a very effective kind of light horror was probably not a good idea at all.

I was half-looking at the doorways in my room waiting for some murderous Red Circle Italian to come and do me in (although it's amazing that Conan Doyle made the most chilling sentence of the Red Circle story one where a beautiful woman `might just have seen something`. Good bloody writer), or for a giant cannabalistic and yellow-faced ogre to appear as a face at the window, to then find a chicken torn brutally to pieces in the bathroom sink.

I mean I was literally shitting myself anyway. Come on.

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So, you can't trust the food, as they say, I was scrupulously being totally vegetarian which I don't even usually do, so that means someone probably flicked some poo into the chop suey or something, which isn't exactly reassuring.

Anyway, I'm having Pizza Hut for breakfast again and sod the world if it says I'm wrong. It may be expensive, but I make a net saving on toilet rolls.
And I might add that it is only `breakfast` and not lunch because the fucking Indian fucking vegetarian fucking supposedly fucking popular-with-the-locals-so-it-must-be-alright fare kept me awake until gone 4am, so I haven't eaten yet (local time 12:39pm) it's midday, I've only had 3 cups of tea and I'm 8 days on the wagon, pretty much.

So there :P