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| January 28 2002 Monday Earlier in the week I'd told Stinking about me and his dad's trip to Dalton Towers and the Indian banquet. He said that he could do with some of that himself and that he'd be going himself next time, as he's never been to Dalton Towers, and gets to eat curry even less than I do as his mother has 'enough trouble with her bowels already'. Apparently when Mr Higginbottom saw Stinking waiting for him when he called to collect him it didn't go down very well at all, and he asked him where I was. Stinking told him that he'd decided to go with him himself this week. Mr Higginbottom became agitated and refused point blank to take him. Stinking kicked off about it and so did his mother and eventually Mr Higginbottom gave in and took him. To the zoo. Just to the zoo, with not even a visit to McDonalds after, let alone an Indian restaurant. Anyway, Stinking said that he's seen enough of bleeding zoos to last him a lifetime and that I can go instead of him again next week, and I've promised to bring him back a piece of tandoori chicken. |