I’d been in Portugal for a few days for a friends wedding, there’d been some good bits – drunken renditions of “Only You” by the Flying Pickets, and some not so good, like losing to a knock-out three nights on the trot to Portugals very own Super-lager, SuperBock.

I arrived at the airport to go home and decided against eating there as the food is generally expensive and not all that great. Having chosen not to fly with a budget airline this time I could look forward to a meal on the return journey included with my fare.

“What’s the meal on the way back?”, I asked the stewardess after we’d taken off.

“Turkey Roll and a salad”, she replied.

Turkey roll, Hmmm, I’m not too keen on the sound of that, but a nice fresh salad after eating crap for four days wouldn’t go amiss. Bring it on I think to myself. (more…)

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