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killer cheese
There are some things that I love seeing other people do. It’s terrible, really but true. You know, people stepping in poo, banging into lamp-posts, tripping over. You know the kind of thing.
So you can imagine my delight when our fabulous host on Saturday night fell backwards in a star shape onto the big table in the middle of the floor, hurling glasses of wine and beer onto the floor, squashing the cheeses, breaking the biscuits, tipping over the bowls of olives and generally causing absolute chaos.
Thankfully he wasn’t hurt and bounced back up like some sprightly over-excited oaf (which he is) and started to clear up the mess.
That’s when I saw the big perfect triangle of brie stuck firmly to his back. I swear to god I nearly pissed myself laughing. It was one of those moments where I couldn’t breath back in and in the midst of all my laughing I thought ‘Shit, this is it. I’m going to die laughing at Scott having some cheese stuck on his back’.
Fortunately, the giggles departed, but it was one of those incidents that re-visited me throughout the rest of the weekend, sending me into regular spasms of laughter.
I won’t forget that one for a while.
5:19 pm - 10 April 2006
