Yeah, there we were ... Tony and me. And he was kinda hung-over, two bad, and asked me if we could go to a greasy-good burger joint and I said wellofcoursememanwecan ... FATBURGER!
"Only in America!" he said with a wry smile.
But it is a tasty (albeit fat) treat on a Tuesday, after a night of imbibing. And it was the best burger of the moment. And then Tony got on a plane back to the UK. And I will miss him ... I reserve the right to be melancholy. He left me with a sense of meeting once again in some outrageous corner of the world, and a slight hint of indigestion. (Scenes from the Fatburger.) And I just wish that everyone on this planet had enough to eat tonight ...
-Todd
Posted by calico at October 11, 2003 06:01 PMTony two chains has flown the loonie bin and headed back to the safety of his own private Walish faerie dreamland to fish and fingerpie the rest of his glorious days in the lap of the gods.
His forsook and heavy hearted friends bode him happy trails and good forthwit imn perpetuity blameless thoguh they knew the outcome would be less filling and with twice the risk.
Let there be love.
J.
Posted by: Frenchie on October 16, 2003 02:03 AM