Death To Chocolate Fish.
Good Morning Peeps,
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Last night I went to bed early, to read a book, because Big H was playing one of his computer games.
He has a big pile of them, all with different titles, but they all appear to be exactly the same game as far as I can see.
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It was kind of him to buy himself some earphones to wear, so that I do not have to listen to the loud, incessant noise of helicopters and bullets and bombs, but it is still very disconcerting when he suddenly shouts things like “Bastard” or “I shot you , you should be dead”.
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Whilst all of that is taking place, he jumps and threshes about in his seat, rearing up and down as he ‘fires’ his controller.
It is like watching a madman have some sort of seizure that can last for hours.
It could be classed as some kind of strange spectator sport, but it rapidly begins to grate.
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The other weird thing is that, periodically he will turn to me and shout that he is at a really hard part now, or that he cannot shoot because some ‘soldier’ keeps getting in his way.
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I should care!
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I could possibly be interested?
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Anyway, there I was, reading some not-too-enthralling piece of fiction, propped up comfortably in bed, when I had a visit from the devil.
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It came into my head that Big H, who has developed a need for a ice cream called Phish Food, had been to the shop and stocked up his stash.
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This particular obsession of his consists of a chocolate ice cream with white bits in it, along with lots of small, solid chocolate fish, which he tells me crunch up deliciously with the ice cold ice cream.
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Now normally I do not eat a lot of filth, apart from the aforementioned Warburton’s Potato Pancakes.
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What I mean by ‘filth’ is anything which I consider to be of no particular use to my body.
This description most certainly does includes alcohol, which is a definite weakness of mine, and something that I mostly find quite irresistible, no matter what damage it is wreaking upon me.
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Normally I eat only the basics, leaning heavily on fruit, vegetables, fish, eggs , a small amount of meat and decent bread and oatmeal.
I rarely have dairy products, and never really eat anything with sugar in, it unless it has been added to the liquid that is in my cans of kidney beans etc, but I always rinse this off.
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So, there I was, in bed, suddenly thinking of Big H’s stash.
It was calling to me from the second drawer of the freezer.
Unable to resist this sudden siren call, I sneaked off downstairs, got a fork, and stole some.
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Then, madness overtook me.
I rapidly consumed the whole carton, crunching up the chocolate fish with greedy abandon.
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Sitting in bed, a short time later, I felt totally ill.
I felt bloated and sick and sorry for myself
The sugar had given me toothache and I felt a migraine coming on.
That of course being the reason that I am normally able to see such stuff as the poison that it actually is for me, as far as my own bodily reactions to it are concerned.
Oh God, the sugar overload.
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Having gotten through the night, roiling guts, sickness, toothache and all, I am now mostly back to normal. Or at least as normal as I ever get.
All I can now say, looking back on my unexplainable moment of temptation is this…Death to those bloody chocolate fish.
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Take a warning from a friend and close you mind and heart to the siren call of Phish Food. It is evil.
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LOL
J
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