fatvegan

Last night Tom, Rach and some merry chaps from Belrose went to the pub for dinner. I had a whole pint. I also found out the hard way that pasta boscaiola is based on bacon, and is rather disgusting. Sadly, I was almost at the end when I started eating the bacon parts. I have a cold and it was dark, so I couldn't really taste or see it. I won't order that sort of pasta again.

It's perhaps extra funny because just before that I'd had a long intense conversation with Tully about becoming a vegan. Tully is my old friend from before, who has just recently become a vegan, and she is going to persuade me to become one again. She took a bit of convincing because she doesn't like preaching, but decided she would.

I was trying to get to Tully's boyfriend's animal liberation meeting, and I went to the right street, but not the right suburb. I did get to explore the very dark and undergroundy back streets of Enmore though. It would have been a very good place to have a secret animal liberation meeting if you were so inclined.