So we wander out of town riding a bow wave of buses and the like (including, lets be honest, the completely gormless who you wouldn't trust to operate a screwdriver never mind a ton and a half of steel with an engine)and come across the neon bejeweled [insert whatever a confluence of this many restaurants is called] of Rusholme, the appeal of which is immeasurable diminshed by the fact there are cars everywhere. Is there a drive through curry shack yet?
I cook curry for whitey and spit in his dish.
blackturbans 4 years ago