Saturday, April 09, 2005

Olives, minty and agreement.

1. Two indie boys sitting on the train eating pimento olives from a 1kg jar.

2. The smell of crushed mint when a mojito is being mixed. It's a bit like tripping up when drunk at a summer party and falling into a badly kept herb garden.

3. When you are STARVING and fading away from hunger because you haven't had time to eat before going out and when someone suggests a noodle place they really like, no-one says anything cross-making like: 'I don't do Japanese.'