Another day, another Chinese
By Rob on Sep 4, 2007 in Manchester
It’s another day, so I sauntered out to see about filling what my mum calls my bottomless pit of a stomach. I could hear the low call of the Chinese banquet whispering its sweet nothings of rice, spring rolls, green tea and Peking duck to me. I was weak! I had to have another Chinese meal. I wasn’t satisfied with just one a month that I’d been trying to limit myself to. I had to get another! And soon…
