Just had one of the most depressing meals of my life.I was in the middle of eating a Chinese curry that tasted like it had come out of a tin in a nasty cheapo Chinese café in Southwark with a couple colleagues and I got suddenly overwhelmed by this massive wave of sadness. For some reason the horrible food and conversation about other dodgy fast food brought back a really strong memory of being taken to a Wimpy by my dad when I was very little. Must have been under 6. I remember being absurdly excited and a bit afraid and the memory of what hopelessly timid and cringingly shy child I was, and how fierce and grumpy my dad was with us just really got me down. I’ve only just got over it. Middle class problems eh?
Just had one of the most depressing meals of my life.I was in the middle of eating a Chinese curry that tasted like it had come out of a tin in a nasty cheapo Chinese café in Southwark with a couple colleagues and I got suddenly overwhelmed by this massive wave of sadness. For some reason the horrible food and conversation about other dodgy fast food brought back a really strong memory of being taken to a Wimpy by my dad when I was very little. Must have been under 6. I remember being absurdly excited and a bit afraid and the memory of what hopelessly timid and cringingly shy child I was, and how fierce and grumpy my dad was with us just really got me down. I’ve only just got over it. Middle class problems eh?