not much of a story... it's only half past 10, and it's a saturday... but i have two litres of dark *** with me, and a bottle of hoisin sauce... ****'s gonna get dangerous down in the kitchen... some pork is going to get slaughtered... and if i get my hands on some booker t. and the mg's? and then fry some rice, and add some eggs? you're going to be talking to marlon brando... without the cotton-***** stuffed into his cheeks to speak, like he spoke, when filming the godfather... could have smoked 20 packets of marlboros... and you'd still get the huskies... and the sledge... and a holiday in alaska... never mind. hoisin sauce though? that's the dog's *******! it goes down well with duck... chicken? to bland... but i'm guessing will pork will go down well with the sauce. otherwise? z.z. top me... i only learned yesterday, what a boilermaker was... apparently a shot of whiskey followed by a beer... nothing quiete like al pacino in the 1971 film, the panic in needle park... this is going to be a feast... i can feel it... what do michelin star chefs eat when they get home? some simple grub... probably egg on toast... i hardly think they're spectacular in their choice of edibles to replicate their restaurant outputs... for them it's probably like: if it ain't done in 15 minutes... i'm not eating it. hoisin? yep, that's to replace the sweet chili sauce. then there's the 2 litres of ***... well... i'm pretty sure one of the litres is for tomorrow.