h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Every week without fail on a Tuesday my Mum insists we have pork chops for dinner. LIKE EVERY TUESDAY. I don't really like them. This entry is really only for my benefit to stop me screaming when I go downstairs.BLERGH.

I would recommend not eating the pork chops. Perhaps your mum would understand if told her that the pork chops make you have *dark* thoughts about both boys and cake. I'm sure she would understand.

Thamks for the suggestion. But traditions die hard in this house.

How about after dinner on Monday announce you are going veggie, it'll work out at least for this week, you can revert to omnivorism if you insist on Wednesday.

It'll never work. I already don't/can't eat gluten, lactose and raw fruit and vegetables, she'll think I'm on hunger strike or insane.

Ah. Didn't realise.

oh, don't worry, I quite like it. Waiters cringe when I start demanding to know exactly what's in the food on pain of dying on their table. The day I develop an allergy to alcohol is the day I'll start to feel negative about it.

Just hope it doesn't come to that. Though you could become a virtual alcohloic around here and never have a drop pass your lips.