The brain drain
The most widely read online Guardian article
last week had this to say: The alarming rise in the numbers of sufferers of brain diseases, including Alzheimer's, Parkinson's and motor neurone disease, which includes figures showing rates of dementia have trebled in men, has been linked to rises in levels of pesticides, industrial effluents, domestic waste, car exhausts and other pollutants, says a report in the journal Public Health.
In my case, "other pollutants" include Bintang beer
because I'm decidedly wobbly today. And I'm extremely grateful to the Reveller
for the evening's tour of his domain.
was, as always, the first port of call. It was full of hale and hearty Australians who, for a while, drowned out the noise of the supposedly background music.
R & I gossiped about this and that for a while before he treated me to a meal. The Top Gun
, he said, had the best Australian rib eye steak in town. As a vegetarian, of course I had to be difficult and ask for an omelette. This provoked me to tell the old joke about a restaurant which advertised that no culinary request was too difficult to meet. You know, the one about a guy who orders elephant testicles on toast but is told, "Sorry sir, we're out of bread." The Top Gun was out of eggs.
So we meandered over to the Sportsman's
where R indulged himself in a slab of meat in blood sauce and my omelette was just fine. As always, Paulus runs a fine establishment.
So, back to D's, only this time to observe the happenings upstairs. Seated as we were between the dimly lit disco area and the bar I felt was akin to acting in a science fantasy movie; we were seemingly at the portal of a warp machine. To our left was the alien world of spangly lights and young lasses disporting themselves in the shadows whilst to our right there was a frozen tableau; anybody actually moving was a mutant in X-Men or Matrix Reloaded.
Enough brain damage for one night we thought and went our separate ways home. I won't mention the Blue Bird taxi which turned left when I said right, but I still got home early enough to post the few lines below, thus avoiding a sulk from 'er indoors.
Having worked a very full day, it was a good ending.