It was the Grand National today. Thankfully, the race was an hour later than usual this year. I only just about managed to get the newspaper, conduct my analysis, and put my bets on in time for the race. I didn't win.
Tonight, I went for a Japanese BBQ with the lads. It was pretty spectacular, even if the pork did nearly set fire to the chopsticks.
At one point, I was attempting to make a reasonably serious point about something, but my mate sat opposite was laughing. He's a bit weird, so I normally ignore him when he acts like a child. Then, all of a sudden, he starts crying. That's pretty odd, even for him.
It turns out that there had been a huge lump of rice on my chin that I hadn't noticed, but was causing much hilarity. Apparently, it then fell off, causing hysteria.
I moaned yesterday about how people react to food being on my chin: This is genuinely different, and actually quite funny.
I expected something like that to happen, so dressed in dark clothes to mask any soy sauce stains.
Unfortunately, my Japanese language skills were unsuccessful with the waitress. I blame the elastics.
Today's menu:
Banana for breakfast.
Epic Japanese BBQ for tea. Lots of red meat for my recovery.
Totemo oishideshita!
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