There was a Fire Fighter’s “industrial action” (a strike, in American parlance) Saturday night so precautionary actions were urged; for instance, all lab work was suspended in the Chemistry Department during the stoppage. And, Essex Fire and Safety gained international attention with their campaign to minimise incidents related to drunk cooking:
I had already planned on a takeaway for Sunday after the Devizes Half Marathon, so didn’t need the fire brigade’s suggestions. At the Chick-O-Land, not far from my stop for the bus back to Swindon, they piled generous portions smothered in a great — and unusually hot — chilli sauce atop chips that were crisp and caramelized and more than welcome after the rainy run. As the meat portions refried on the griddle a gamy reek of mutton wafted my way promising me a real sheep treat.
I returned to the bus stop to looks of self-righteous scorn from the finishers of the race heading my way. Of course they were well within their rights and may even have felt obligated to cast a disgusted glance at this laggard that shoveled this unhealthy repast down with such abandon — except that this laggard had finished so far ahead of them that he had time to run for a pint 1/2 mile away from the finish, changed clothing on the street while waiting for the pub to open, had another pint on the return trip, and collected this feast after my own finish. I may not be that healthy, but I’m reasonably fast.