Just how outstandingly good (again) was tonight’s Spooks. I felt like I was watching a film with only the slightly dodgy external airplane graphics giving away it’s TV show status. It was a complete roller coaster, hold your breath, grip tightly onto the edge of the sofa hour which honestly felt like two hours not one. If I can write stuff half as gripping as that I’d be an extremely happy girl and if I ever got my dream job as a writer for Kudos, you’d have to scrape me off the ceiling.
Like a kid literally looking into a sweet shop, I literally fogged up the window the other day when I noticed some shop fitters outfitting a new shop in town, Montezuma’s which is one of those posh chocolate shops. Anyway we were in town again this morning and the store was open, so of course we had to go in. It was like a chocolate Aladdin’s cave, with ginormous bars of chocolate or chocolate trees for something like £16.95 (eek), so definitely catering for the sweet toothed local stockbrokers there then. They had the cutest chocolate piranhas and for someone who tends to like her chocolate plain and simple (although I’m not adverse to other flavours) giant jars of giant chocolate buttons, also I think £16.95, wouldn’t mind finding one of those under the Christmas tree. They had some samples of their chocolate to try, I tried their dark chocolate on the way in and it was nice, not too harsh and bitter like some dark chocolates can be and then on the way out I tried their chilli chocolate, now I’m going to preface this by saying that I actively like chilli, I’d put it in everything if I could except the rest of the family would never eat my cooking, so we’re clear here I like chilli, right, so I tried their chilli chocolate, imagining it to be a nice dark chocolate with a gentle hint of warmth from the chilli, that is what I was imagining before I put the tiny morsel in my mouth. So, I put it in my mouth, first response was “where’s the chilli?” I couldn’t taste anything except the dark chocolate and then
it was like a nuclear explosion had gone off in my mouth, it was the most unpleasant taste experience I have ever had the misfortune of having in my life (and remember I like chilli), sorry Montezuma’s but it was completely and utterly foul, there was no flavour of the chilli, just an overpowering chemical sense of burn. I was by now in the street and I had nothing to spit this very tiny morsel out into, so I had to continue eating it and boy did the after taste last for such an unpleasantly long time.
In fact the whole experience has temporarily put me off the whole food group of chocolate (I’ve got a bar of Green & Black’s butterscotch chocolate somewhere and right now I just don’t fancy it), so maybe it’s a good thing as I need to cut down on my chocolate! Now all I have to do is watch the streamed version of last night’s documentary on coca-cola on 4OD, I hadn’t know it was on, so when I got my usual can of the red stuff to the till in the supermarket this morning the assistant goes to me “I take it you didn’t watch that documentary last night then?”, which I hadn’t, I drastically need to cut down my coke consumption anyway and if the threat of an expanding waistline isn’t going to make me stop, maybe an alarmist documentary will reach my ethical bone. I’ll let you know what I think of it.