Have finished my second 12 hour shift in two days. Am very tired. So instead of going on about something, I will just whack in some pictures of Mr Jonny gazing into a big ball of fire, for no other reason than I needed an image to fill up some space.
These particular photos were taken at an ancient ritual to lay homage to the Great God of Fiery Things. Hence the fire. He was also ball shaped. Hence the ball. Jonny was to be offered up as a
sacrifice because he misheard the question and raised his hand
with the understanding that he was going to get free crispy duck. 
It was down to quick thinking, questionable journalism skills and
his trusty penknife that Jonny was able to get out alive. "I'll never have Chinese food ever again" he cried, falling to his knees once safe. For it was through love of oriental dishes that caused this near fatal encounter with a little known Fire God.
And that is the story about why Jonny doesn't eat Chinese food.
Well, maybe that's not quite what happened, but its late and I'm
going to bed.
Although I really want Chinese food now...
2 comments:
you didn't exactly leave us a decent description of why the great ball of fire. Where and why? And notice I'm not using any jerry lee lewis puns.
So does that mean you'll come visit me if I go to London in September? Because it looks like that's where I might be headed... It's great, isn't it? I love London.
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