Diarrhoea Fruit Smoothie

21st August 2014 was a very eventful day for me. I attended a film screening directed by a friend about 3 peoples struggle with agoraphobia. Ironically, it was also the 40th birthday of my friend Lindsey, who still struggles with the illness. To kill time, my friend, Ben and I grabbed a bite to eat from a Caribbean takeaway. Neither of us knew the area of Brixton, and as we were in a hurry, we didn't have time to look anywhere else. On the window was a menu of various fruit juices they sold. Nothing particularly unique about that. What was an eye opener were the names of these drinks, labelled Diarrhoea, Impotence, Constipation and so on. Neither of us have ever seen Diarrhoea on a menu, and neither of us were brave enough to try it. Our brains were so scrambled, that to us it was unclear whether these drinks caused or cured their respected ailments. That aside, we ventured in. I ordered a goat curry served in a wrap with salad. It was very tasty apart from the bones I kept removing while I chewed. I assumed they were bones, but they could quite easily have been roof slates or shards of ceramic kitchen wall tiles. Whatever they were, they didn't add to the flavour. I had the last portion of goat, so Ben was forced to eat curried beef. He took great delight in telling me that his meal contained no shrapnel or masonry. Had I swallowed any, I may have needed a glass of diarrhoea. We then arrived at The Ritzy, where Martina's film was being shown. We were approached by a woman outside, asking us if were were from ShyMeetup.com. Looks like she was the only one there fending for herself. We met her again inside where we got chatting and exchanged names. But thanks to me being hyper, I completely forgot her name. I wasn't overly bothered until I got chatting with her 'again after the film. I offered to buy her a drink, still unaware of her name. In front of others I joked that during the adrenaline rush, I'd forgotten her name. Seems we'd had a lot in common, as she'd forgotten my name too. Debbie (sorry, did I forget again) joined a group of us in the bar, and I gave her my name so she could find me on Facebook. Nearly two days have elapsed and still no message or friend request. Maybe she's forgotten me again. Still, the Carribean Juice Bar have probably got a drink for that.

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