Wednesday, 16 November 2011
Memo to Self
Richard, when you go out to eat, take your reading specs. You really can't do without them any more, especially in dim light and with a fancy foodie script on the menu.
All that shit about "my eyesight's fine, it's just that my arms aren't long enough, ho ho" doesn't wash any more.
Ordering the wrong thing because you can't be arsed to carry them with you would be silly, wouldn't it? And relying on your companion (who remembered hers, women, eh?) because "my God, the light in here is very poor" is neither manly nor exciting.