My colleague arrives at the office this morning bearing grim news. Gilbert, his goldfish, has committed suicide by leaping from his bowl.
On the sideboard Gilbert's body lay motionless. “He was,” says my colleague, “all dry and crispy.”
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Death of a goldfish
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I've got a sudden urge to buy some Scampi Fries
Yes, I felt oddly peckish when he told me the news. Fancied something with egg-fried rice.
I prefer to interpret it as a failed but heroic bid for freedom. But then there may be a lot of that about at the moment. Would wearing a golden armband to show solidarity be in poor taste? Yes, it would.
Were there chips?
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