Fully Loaded Hot Dog

I had a dream last night. I was back in Barbados munching on one of  those delicious fully loaded hot dogs they sell in the garage just across from Oistins Fish Fry. And take it from me those things are unbelievable good.

My dream felt so real. The sun was shining brightly, the Caribbean sea was glistening, those pesky birds were hoping I was going to share the hot dog with them and the ice cold Heineken was tasting so dam good. Then it all went wrong, some twat starting blasting his car horn at 6.30am somewhere along my road, that brought me crashing back to real life and not so sunny Kilburn.

If my memory serves me correctly it use to cost $15 BDS, for two fully loaded hot dogs, two large cups of mauby and can of Heineken. Now that was a real bargain. And the best part was the view, which was free. I miss those hot dogs, if only I could get such a delicious cheap lunch in London. Only in my dreams will that ever happen.

I know hot dogs aint good for me, but I couldn’t have cared less when they tasted that good. Eating the occasional piece of crap will never kill you, unless you choke on it, but I guess you could choke on piece of fillet steak.

Dam, I’m now in the mood for heading down to Oistins to overdose on hot dogs and Heineken. I wish….

I’m glad last nights dream wasn’t about the School run in Barbados because that would have been more like a nightmare. I sure as hell don’t miss that. I know from personal experience that a so called  paradise has it’s down sides too!

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