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Beers and Curry with Scary and Rodders (2008-02-20)

Category: Diary. Posted: 2008-02-24 09:05:03 GMT. Updated: 2008-02-27 22:18:23 GMT.

Today wasn't as busy as yesterday, and (because my boss was out of the office for three days), I gave the kitchen a good clean. I'd arranged to meet Scary at 6PM at Slough station. Having booked ice diving, Rodney had said that he couldn't afford to come out. Scary called me just before 5PM, and said that he was just arriving into Euston, so would be at Slough at about quarter to six. I wasn't convinced he'd get there that quickly, but he seemed to think so. I called Rodney, who said that he was so tired, he could hardly stand up. I persuaded him to join us for a curry, and then head back to Reading. He said he'd be at Slough station by 6PM, after he'd been home first. I wasn't convinced by his timing either, but I could be wrong.

I'd persuaded the boys that we should try the curry house in Salt Hill Park. The park definitely isn't the most attractive park ever, and the restaurant isn't on the way anywhere, so it therefore followed that it must do excellent curries. I walked past it on the way to the station - it didn't look very open, but there was a menu outside that hadn't been pulled down by pokey little kids, so I reckoned it might open up later. I took some pictures to show Scary and Rodders, which definitely didn't give the impression of being of an open restaurant. To be continued......

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Continued.... Scary called to say that he would be later than he thought, so I just went straight to the Moon and Spoon, started a tab, and then sat down to wait for him to arrive. I made a few phone-calls while I was waiting, and, after walking the wrong way out of the station, he arrived when I'd got about a quarter of a pint left, so he got me a pint (on my tab) while he was at the bar. Scary complained that my blog entry for his birthday didn't mention whether it was a good night. I have to admit, that was very slack of me - it was a top night. Rodders arrived while Scary was at the bar getting more beer, so he came over with three pints, and some crisps. Once we'd finished them, we headed outside. Scary wasn't ready for a curry quite yet, so we went next door to the Rising Sun for a quick beer, before heading off towards the park.

When we got to the park, we realised that the restaurant was definitely closed. Using the "the battery on my phone is dead" excuse, Scary borrowed my phone to call 118500 to find out the number of a local Indian restaurant. He got the number of the Taj Mahal (one I hadn't heard of), so I called it. The number was unobtainable, so that might explain why I'd never heard of it. Don't worry, I'll be claiming the cost of the 118500 call back from BT. I did consider going to the restaurant that I pass every day, but it was a bit far out of the centre for Rodney, so we ended up eating at The Punjabi Touch.

The food and service at the Punjabi Touch were as good as before, but the totty waitress didn't seem to be working tonight. I forgot that each person has specific tasks, and I caused plenty of confusion by asking PappadomGivingBoy for some drinks. How confusing! The manageress was very friendly, and helpful. Scary and I suggested our usual trick of getting her to decide for us. She asked lots of questions, but we had some pretty good food. After finishing the curry, we went to the Wernham Hoggs, just across the road. By this time, it was time to call Cherryboy. We all got our phones out, and called him at the same time. Worryingly, my phone told me that his number was unobtainable. Had he changed his number, and not told me? Anyway, we still got to sing to him because Scary and Rodney both got through. Scary actually spoke to him, and we found out that he was in Canada. Poor lad - he had to pay to listen to us singing to him! Anyway, Rodney went to get a round of drinks in, and came back with three pints, and three shots. He wanted to pay by credit card, and the minimum credit card payment was £10. Oh dear, I was sure we'd end up paying for this in the morning.

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We eventually left the pub at about 11:45, and stumbled through the Queensmere Shopping Centre, stopping only for Scary and Rodney to have a play on the children's ride things. We left Rodney to catch a train to Reading, and Scary and I went back to my place. As we were walking up the main road, a pokey little kid cycled past us on the pavement, almost knocking us over. Obviously, words were exchanged, but we just carried on walking. As we were walking along my road, Scary felt a knock to the head - the pokey little kid had thrown a rock, and caught Scary on the back of the head. He was obviously none too pleased, and called the Peelers straight away. Not long after that, a police car arrived, and out got a policeman, and a very very sexy police woman. I was in love! The Peelers decided to call an ambulance. It arrived, but there was no more totty for me to perve at. They took him inside the ambulance, which left me outside, chatting to the totty. Excellent!

The paramedics decided that Scary didn't need to go to hospital, so, after Scary mentioned "Eggs Benedict" for the umpteenth time, we went inside my house to give our statements. I had to concentrate quite hard to get the key in the door first time - I briefly considered giving my keys to one of the police officers, but soon decided against it. I put the kettle on, and then we had to give our statements. I went into the living room to give mine, and Scary stayed in the kitchen. Unfortunately, he got the totty officer. That's not fair - I'm single, I should have had the totty! Anyway, I proved that what I have thought for years is correct - I would make a terrible witness. I asked the policeman whether "Whatever Scary says happened is what happened" would be considered a good enough statement, but he wanted more! I did my best, but I don't expect it was much use.

We said goodbye to the police officers (we were both in love!), and then went for more tea. I still didn't know what Eggs Benedict is (although I did see it served in New York), but reckoned that a lack of eggs might be a problem in making it. Scary reckoned he was hungry, so I put on some bacon. I had three slices left over from when Nicky stayed, and some vegetarian "bacon" as well. Even in our drunk state, we realised that the vegetarian "bacon" was "minging". After Scary had finished his food, and cleaned his blood off the wall, we called it a night. It was 03:30, and I needed to be up at 06:30. Oh dear!

Thanks to Scary and Rodders for a top night, and apologies to Scary for him getting hit on the head.

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