Posted on 21 September 2008 by James McElvenny
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A plate. A Bratwurst hanging over the sides. A pile of chips with salt and paprika. A ladleful of gravy. The faint taste of Clive of India. A problem of gastronomical proportions. My lunch.
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Posted on 21 September 2008 by James McElvenny
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