Sushi
I’ll try and not sound too common here, but what is the great fascination with raw fish, crafted to look like Bassett’s Liquorice Allsorts?
I appreciate it’s origin, I appreciate that it’s probably very tasty. What I don’t appreciate is how the west seem to think that it’s incredibly trendy to eat the world’s campest looking food, and then feel the need to mention it frequently, as if it automatically makes you the coolest person in history.
Frankly, if it’s not covered in batter and deep fried, or in a handy breadcrumb covered finger format, I have little interest in fish. As far as i’m concerned, we eat to avoid a bad case of death. The plate of food in front of me is not a fashion accessory unless I choose to stick bits of it to my hat.
So, with apologies to the Japanese, I’m lumping Sushi in the same bracket as Frog’s Legs, Snails and Hummus. Sadly, largely eaten by the arrogant.
So, I say to them… congratulations on your huge house, lovely car, hundreds of pairs of the finest shoes, important job and your enormous penis. May we forever be in your shadow and in hope that one day we may be just like you.
Once again, congratulations on the massive penis.
