People talk of sweet irony…well here’s some fatty irony.
After my gall bladder removal I can now head off to Taco Bill and eat a mound of nachos, wash it down with barrels of alcohol and finish with 20 Death by Chocolates if I feel like and for the first time in years I’ll be in no threat of an excruciating attack of pain – just when I get to a stage in my life when the thought of cheese, drinks and sweets has turned in to a turn off.
Great timing as ever Tony.
But, given how good I feel these days, it’s an irony I can live with.
One Reply to “The Fatty Irony”
Love the way this blog post is accompanied by an ad for Subway.