Last night, TGI Fridays beckoned for us lot, and jolly good it was too. My immaculate, if accidental, comedy timing loomed again as I examined some chicken wings that my neighbour was eating. “Christ alive, Nicki,” I said, “there’s hardly any meat on that”. Just at that moment, an extremely undernourished young woman walked past, heard my comments, turned and ran back out the door, tears in her eye.
The poor thing. Coupled with my other table neighbour asking at the same moment if there was anywhere he could stick his bone – a chicken one, of course – I laughed so hard my asthma rekindled itself…
i would have peed my pants.