My mate Eddie
is a vegetarian. I'm not overly fond of vegetarianism personally, but like most walks of life, I'll put up with it's followers as long as they don't make a ridiculous fuss about it. Unfortuantely, Ed does.

The most potent, and irritating, example of this occured one day when a group of us were sitting in a pub. While Ed was relieving himself, I finished my Doritos (Tangy Cheese) and for a bit of fun, drew a smiley face on the packet and put it over his drink.

Ed comes back and, as I expected, tuts and pulls the packet off his glass. However he then, not as I expected, refused to even touch his drink.

"Why not?"
"Those crisps aren't vegetarian."
"So? The packet was empty."
"But there'll have been some crumbs still in there that fell in my drink."
"Ed, I emptied the packet, shook it out and everything."
"No, there would still have been some left."
"Let me get this straight; You're refusing to have any more of that drink, because some miniscule bits of crisp essence might have fallen into it?"
"Yes."
"You pathetic bastard. I'll have your damn drink then."

Still annoys me even remembering it. Fair enough if there'd been a massive lump of Dorito floating in his glass, but if he hadn't seen the packet over the top he'd have happily drunk it down and not even noticed. Git.

As for me, I don't eat fish or seafood, mostly due to a semi-phobia of fish and sea creatures. My grandparents still constantly try and get me to eat fish, using the old 'How do you know you don't like if you've never tried it?' routine. They once took me to a sushi restaurant, I swear deliberately to taunt me.
(Uncle Comrade, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 23:04, Reply)