Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

I am full of very tasty Chinee food.

On Friday, a takeaway place up in Barnet High Street shoved a menu through our letter box, so we thought we'd try them out during tonight's game, especially as it's Chinese New Year..

Result!

The best local Chinee takeaway doesn't deliver and the other two both have different faults and it's sometimes difficult to remember which thing to avoid ordering from either one of them. So we tried the new place and I am pretty sure they will be getting our custom from now on.

That's Chinese, Indian and Pizza taken care of. We also have a delivery menu for, of all things, a kebab place. Who knew such things existed? I doubt we'll use them; if we get drunk enough to want a kebab, we'll most likely be incapable of navigating the intricacies of a telemaphone...

Following on from tonight's (last night's to be more accurate) defeat of Germany by the Italians in the World Cup semi final, there was a great deal of fuss and commotion out on the High Road between about 9.45 and 10.30.

Lots of happy shouting and cars driving by, horns a-tooting. Some of this is no doubt due to the exuberance of the Great Unwashed taking a keen delight in the defeat of Germany. Myself, other than feeling frustration at their uncanny ability to get past us in penalty shoot-outs but rarely open play (and let's face it, the England side in any of its incarnations must take a fair portion of the blame for cracking at the vital moment, even when playing well), have never really begrudged them their footballing success, though by preference (after England) I have a soft spot for the Brazilians.

Anyway. Not all the noise, which we enjoyed to the full as all the windows were open in a vain attempt to disperse this infernal heat, could be put down to excited chavdom.

It hasn't occurred to me before, but there must be a sizeable Italian community here in Whetstone. Either that or one very excited Italian.

There is a very good Italian restaurant up the road. I wonder if they will have the final on in there on Sunday, and whether they will be feeling generous enough to serve extra-generous portions...?

That said, it's not cheap, so I will probably instead make something with pasta and eat it at home with a nice bottle of Italian red. I haven't made a humongous spag-bol for ages. Maybe now's the time.

In the meantime, it's all horribly hot and all to the point where health alerts are being issued. I am going to melt on the bed now and hope to sleep. With luck we will have a storm.

Bet we don't.