The World's Sexiest Bhaji or 'David Tries a New Curry Place'

Didn't think I'd post again so soon but I've got the blogging buzz! And I did try something new yesterday so here we are. What did I try you ask? Skydiving? Rob a bank? Engage in a cheeky bout of dogging?

No, (I'd like to make it clear that I never have, nor do I intend to dog, do you say dog? Or is it always dogging? I've gone smutty on my second blog, that's unfortunate. C'est la vie!) I tried a new curry house. Myself and my good friend Stuart like to think of ourselves as fast food connoisseurs, and it's always an exciting moment in our house when we try a new one. There was many an evening when we were disappointed by our ref (canteen)'s food at uni last year so we often found ourselves scouring the streets of Twickenham and Richmond to fill our bellies with tasty (heavily saturated) treats. I know, I hear you crying out, it's risky to live our lives so dangerously, but curry is and always will be a top notch dish to find on your table. And tell me (without blinking) that you don't want one right now?! Go on, pick up the menu, you know you want to!

I'd highly recommend Spice Dew in Twickenham, a good curry is hard to find! And there's nothing more disappointing than a rubbish takeaway. Well there probably are more disappointing things; rain when it's meant to be sunny, the film Memento, dyphtheria's a bit squiffy I hear. But I'm sure a rubbish takeaway ranks fairly highly at least on the list of the world's most disappointing things. You know when it looks good but all tastes the same? Or it's just all grease no food?

Spice Dew, aside from having quite a chucklesome name was excellent. I always have the conversation with assorted people about their choice of curry order. Personally (despite quite liking a bit of spice in my food) I generally plump for a good old fashioned lamb korma. Can't go wrong really! Naturally with peshwari naan and poppadoms. And bhajis, and oh my god were they good! I've had some good bhaji in my time but these were something special. I know this sounds like a 'that's what she said' moment, but I don't even care, they were that good. I'd go back just for them to be honest! They were juicy, and spiced with the condiments of the gods, if there are gods who enjoy condiments!

Now I'm sure to most, that's quite a namby pamby curry order, and people would call me a chicken for having a distinct lack of spice in my meal! I've just never understood the culture of having the hottest meal on the menu just to sit there half an hour later all teary and snotty! I like a good tasting meal, and korma and pasanda (which Spice Dew unfortunately didn't have) deliver ever time! I intend to branch out on my curry orders in the future, because I'm sure there's loads I'd like! What is a bhuna for example? And what in god's name does ordering sagaloo entail? These are questions to which I rather desperately want to know the answer. And David Tries New Things will go there! And then some!

Oh no I've used the phrase 'and then some', I think that's treason in some cultures, but never mind.

My favourite part of the Spice Dew experience was the delivery man. Suited and booted, cheery and cool-box laden, he marched to the door as happy as a mouse in a cheese factory. I had to stifle many a giggle as he did this and then greeted me, and to be honest he looked like he had the best job in the world! I'd have tipped him if I hadn't pre-paid. Maybe he was a 'you had to be there' delivery man, you get them sometimes.

It's no wonder I've had to join a gym.

Oh Blogging Hell or 'David Tries a Scratch-card'

Hello!
A fine start to my blogging career I feel.

I've always wanted to try my hand at this blogging business, and silly excuses have always held me back. There is no actual excuse though in this day and age I feel to call yourself a writer and not publish your writing in the simplest of ways. Faced by this worrying realisation I decided I'd better get a move on with the whole thing. My biggest obstacle has always been the continual feeling of being stumped as to what to write about. I do write though, a theme of this blog will be my striving to get my first novel published. I spoke to a literary agent not two hours ago at my university and hold her business card in my hand as I blog to you! Well not in my hand, I'm typing, a renowned two handed activity, but it's nearby I assure you!

I have a vast array of things near to me, and it was these and other things which led me to my blog idea, my thing to write about. I realise that I buy an awful lot of things that you'd probably say I don't need being a student of minimal funds. However I continue to buy books, and films, and magazines, and new, unusual exciting foods to tickle my taste-buds. I figured why not write about this! And then move onto other things. I decided that if I could I'd try something new at least once a week and then record my findings in the hope that someone might be interested. Today for instance I bought a GQ magazine, not at all enticed by the sexy lady on the glossy front cover. And the other day I bought 'Photography for Dummies', my latest attempt to be jack of all trades at all things creative. So expect many moody, artsy-fartsy, yet ultimately quite rubbish photos of things around my lovely Twickenham student house in blogs to come!

Therefore my blog will be one of many forms, sometimes book reviews, sometimes film reviews, or food reviews as anyone who knows me will tell you I have a vast array of cookbooks in the hope that I'll absorb some kind of actual cookery talent and create some recipes of my own. Quickly, to encompass my blog's raison d'etre (that's right, I went French on you) ...probably could have worded that differently, but I come to my 'new thing' for today, or yesterday rather.

I digress, yesterday I found a scratch-card in one of my many magazine subscriptions. I'm sure as most magazine readers (and I'm in the 'aholic' category) do, on opening my shiny new Empire magazine proclaiming that I'll be intrigued by Prometheus, a rather cool, yet terrifying prequel to the Alien series, a scratch-card fell into my lap. Naturally I scratched it, and as always I found I'd won. Instead of having a moan as I'm sure my dad would do about scams, I decided to text the number I had been given to see if I'd won £1 million. What a coup for my first blog! A million smackers sitting in my back pocket to spend on all the new things I could dream of!

Alas I didn't win a million pounds, however I did win (allegedly - still skeptical yet ever-hopeful) a trip for two on a posh Thames cruise, and a trip to a similarly posh salon to get a free expensive haircut! Not perturbed by my lack of £1 million, I'm going to follow this up and use the code they gave me to see if I can blog from the Thames, preferably with some kind of supermodel looking girl at my side sipping champagne.

I managed to attract her because of my sexy free haircut.

So I shall keep you posted on my quest to get many nice things for minimal effort or money. Surely the task of any student.

I hope you read this and my following entries on here. Well I guess you have now being at this end of the post!

There, that was rather painless, hope to see you again on here soon.

DS :)