Sideshow, at least you're killing yourself with nice food. You could choke on artichoke tomorrow, so make the most of it!
Whenever I've had curry in Merthyr it was been pretty good. I couldn't eat the proper spicy ones, I aint really into self torture. The chicken korma used to rock my proverbial socks. I'm not the best person to ask though: I spent most of my time there so stoned I'd have eaten week-old puke if someone had put it on a plate, chucked some sugar on top and called it porridge. And
enjoyed it. I guess it's so popular (curry, not puke) because of the old british empire. There's quite a few indian words been incorporated into the language, so it's probably something similar. Wait.. that aint linguistics, is it?
I used to live in the "bad" part of town.. In Britain that usually means
council estates. The place I lived, the Gurnos, had a hell of a reputation. There was gang graffiti a-plenty, and more chavs than you can shake a lead pipe at. I never had anything happen to me, but I didn't live there long and hardly left the house. Someone there found a dead baby in their attic once, and there were a fuckload of junkies. You could pretty much get any high you wanted within a few minutes walk. It looked the part, too.. row upon row of identical grubby houses with boarded up windows, the odd burnt out car and empty white lightning bottles and cans of carling strewn across the place.