Raw I'm gonna give it to you, with no trivia.
I’ve spent most of the week tossing up whether or not to have a barbecue at the opening on Friday. I really want to but it’s way easier recommending the Lebanese Grill out on the New Kent road. It just seems so completely pointless having a go at doing a barbecue when there’s an amazing Lebanese gig approximately a one-minute walk away. So, come here for the Carling and the scouring pads and then go and see the lads for a Shawarma or Falafel. And then come back.
This person loves the Lebanese Grill, most conversations are about what time we’ll be having our Lebanese and how we’ll cover as much of the menu as possible. This person is funny, sometimes entertaining even. Somehow they are, as a human, a lot like the things that emerge when they try their hand at making things, the things you see right now. They even look like these things in some roundabout way. Lots of gags about scale, affirmations of who youreally are. Coping with life manifests itself in many ways, some plausible and some less so.