BEN’S BLOG: ‘Can you do me a Chicken Korma?’

[dropcap]I[/dropcap]’ve found an Indian for you to check out, at the end of Connaught Street: Bombay Palace. (http://www.bombay-palace.co.uk/) From the outside, unfortunately, I could not see our recent great primeminister, Mr Blair (a local resident), but it certainly looked a bit posh, for a late curry with the chaps!

On the menus arriving, I thought disaster had struck, Blog! It was an Ooly Fooly, fancy menu, with not a Chicken Tikka Massala or Korma to be spotted. Oh no, was it all going to be evil overly spicy rubbish?! Don’t worry! I immediately gave the waiter a tug, and whispered in his ear; ‘Look, can you do me a Chicken Korma?’. ‘Yes’ was the answer. Thank God! At ease, gents!!

Bombay Palace. Slightly silly Poppadums to start. An EXCELLENT Peshwari Naan to march on with. And then a SUPERB Chicken Korma. At £110 for 2 (no booze), including 15% tip, it should be good, mind you. 7.5

In other news:

I saw Giraffebet founder (what a naff word the Corporate dicks use there. Dr Barnardo ‘founded’ a charity. You don’t ‘found’ a bloody bookies!) Harry Macadam tonight. The Giraffe ordered me an ‘Uber’ taxi to get home. I swear to God, it arrived within 90 seconds, and cost the fraction of a rip-off cartel London black-cab too. Anyway, the driver, a young Asian gentleman, told me that it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He earns £150 – £200 (AFTER EXES) on a weekday, and can get himself £350 – £400 on a Saturday night. The computer never stops zapping jobs over to him, and he reckons he’s practically found oil! Well done, mate!!

Why do all the English Whiteys moan there’s no work? I know what Star MD, Gaul Wood, and me, will be doing this Saturday night. Four hundred quid?! PAM, PHONE UBER. WE WANT TO GET ON THE FIRM!!

Over and out, B x