Been very sick today - passed out three times during the course of the day - the most dramatic one being the last where I prevented any damage to my organs by using my face as a break on the floor.
I don't know if you've ever eaten food that hates you. But that meal in Manchester was so full of venom and bile, that I could feel the enmity towards me as I took each mouthful.
Not much of a by-line is it - this food leaves such an impression on you that 2 days and several hundred kilometres later you'll think you're suffering from stage 4 prostate cancer. Not seen that one in the Michelin guides.
Still with us?