Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Tuesday, 30 May 2017
There are bad guys and good guys in everyone
It's the barbecue season, and I am still suffering from my first one on Friday.
The kids wanted a barbie and there was a fire-pit with grill set up in the garden of the A-frame house in Wales. I was tasked with building the charcoal fire, then at the last minute I left the kids to cook the chicken - or not cook it.
I cut into mine and found it to be underdone, but I still ate a couple of mouthfuls. Then alarm bells went off inside my head and I rejected most of it. Next day I and the lad's mother had stomach pains. Mother's went by the morning, but I still have mine - not bad enough to stop me from working but a constant niggling reminder.
I looked up food poisoning on the net (NHS site, as always) and read that people over 65 are far more susceptible to Salmonella bacteria than the young, so much so that it can be fatal for some. 'Be careful at barbecues' was the NHS advice.
So all those little good guys are having a battle with all those little bad guys inside me, and I am quietly egging them on. I find it so much easier to think in Trumpisms, especially when the battle is being fought out of sight inside my gut.