We're also going to see the old Chortles Gang, who I haven't seen for a long time either. That's the name for our gang of friends who have hung around for a number of years. It's getting more difficult now that I live in Sweden, but we still try and meet up at least once a year. Of course, it will involve going out for an Indian meal.
Good Indian meals are difficult to find in Sweden - for an English person anyway. Most Swedes are not accustomed to very strong spices, so a typical Indian restaurant in Sweden wouldn't have, for example, a madras or biryani on the menu. They do have vindaloo, but it's not head-exploding hot like the English counterpart. In fact, that's usually what I choose as it's the spiciest I can find around here.
That reminds me of a story when Linda was still living in Trollhättan. We went to the local Indian restaurant there, and Linda asked for an English-style madras, to which the owner agreed and asked me in English where I used to live. When I told him it was Leicester, he told me that it was there that he came from, and moved to Sweden 19 years ago. Small world! Oh, and he made a perfect madras by the way. Pity we live an hour away now.
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