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тАЬYou donтАЩt have to go all the way at once. You can have, say, a meat madras with a cauliflower bhajee.
Cauliflower must have lots of those vitamins.тАЭ

Bell nodded thoughtfully. Lang took it for agreement and called Naseem over. He ordered food for both
of them and another pint of lager each. тАЬYouтАЩll thank me for this,тАЭ he said.

тАЬI will if you pay,тАЭ said Bell and laughed uproariously.



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The evening went quickly as they swapped jokes and solved the various social and political issues of the
day. Bell even enjoyed his cauliflower bhajee, but Lang hadnтАЩt been so keen on his vegetable biriani this
time and consoled himself with the thought of having a doner kebab on the way home.

When they finally lurched, belching and laughing, out of the restaurant it was after 11 p.m. They had each
consumed seven pints of lager by then and had reached the stage when everything they said was even
more devastatingly funny than usual.

Naseem bore their lengthy farewell routine with the stoicism that any Indian waiter working in Britain
must quickly acquire and breathed a silent prayer of thanks when, after a final volley of тАЬPanjits,тАЭ the two
men staggered away.

They walked up to Warren Street station where they went their separate ways, Lang catching the Victoria
Line and Bell the Northern.

Lang changed onto the Piccadilly Line at Kings Cross. He got out at Bounds Green and went straight to
his studio flat, having decided he was too full of lager for a kebab after all. And anyway there was
something he had to take care of rather urgently. All the walking had made his feet noticeably sweaty, and
he was worried about his athleteтАЩs foot.

HeтАЩd suffered from it badly on a few occasionsтАФtoes cracking apart, pain like his flesh was being split
with a knifeтАФ so now he always kept his socks filled with Preparation AF and every morning and night
carefully smeared the powder and cream between his toes.

It had always been a matter of some pride to him that he suffered from athleteтАЩs foot. It confirmed his
belief that within his bulky frame a potential athlete was waiting to get out. And when he succeeded in
finally getting his weight

down he fully intended taking up some athletic activity. Like squash or badminton. Or maybe sky-diving.
Sky-diving didnтАЩt involve much running about.

After the nightly foot ritual Lang crawled into bed and switched off the lamp. He was too tired to see if
there was anything on TV. He fell asleep almost immediately but slept badly. He tossed and turned in the
grip of horrific dreams for several hours and then came fully awake to discover he was suffering an
appalling attack of indigestion. тАЬGoddam vegetable biriani! he muttered. Never again!тАЭ