Personal odour

I think I smell of curry.

Found on Unlucky Friend’s dining table: millions of small bits of soggy paper. He had washed his driving license in his jeans pocket. We drank Guinness last night, and talked writing and music.

Listened to a rarities DVD by the Doves. The Doves are terrific – they’re what I wish Pink Floyd had turned in to. Talked more music, borrowed the DVD.

I’m sure I smell of curry.

Got home. Realised that I do not posess a DVD player. Read the liner notes.

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