Kyle announced that he wanted to go out to celebrate acquiring a degree – either a steak or that revolting sweet curry stuff masala. No way Hose, we cried, we are not going to the Indian in Tiverton, we are off to the pub in Nomansland. When we got there it was heaving and the kitchen was in meltdown, pure panic written all over their faces. It was clearly shaping up to be one of those evenings where you finally find a pub at nine oclock and they announce the kitchen is closed and you end up at home eating baked beans on toast. However there was room in the pub in Black Dog, very friendly people, OK food. We had a bottle of champagne and then Kyle went for the mixed grill, cholesterol heaven!
