Would you bloody believe it....Disgusting
I have been reading a book by Scottish broadcaster and chef Hardeep Singh Kohli entitled Indian Takeaway. It is the story of his journey around India, where he cooked British food for the locals, and tried to find his roots. All terribly entertaining stuff. Well done, Hardeep.
I reached the last page of the book: always a bittersweet moment, only to find pages 284 and 285 stuck together.
I held the corners of the two pages and gently pulled.
Bastard! The bloody pages tore, and all I was left with were two plain sheets of that thick, cheap, recycled paper where all the wordy stuff should have been.
I'm just a little perplexed at what the offending 'sticky stuff' could be.
Has a previous reader found the final pages so exciting that they have found it neccessary to masturbate over them? Or could it just be something as innocent as an unfortunate accident with an over replete jam sandwich? I sniffed it, but couldn't determine any familiar odours.
This has left me in limbo where the ending of the book is concerned, and has also left me wondering at the behaviour of the great British reading public.
The fact of the matter is......
HAS SOMEONE W****D ON HARDEEP?
