I’d decide to stay. It was a risk I was willing to take for the greater good. I’m not a fan of fish, never have been, not since I ate an anchovy stuffed olive by accident when I was five. 21 years later and I’m still slightly ambivalent, even after taking my first steps towards eating them slimy, scaly, smelly creatures earlier in the year after a bit of a binge drinking session. That day seemed like a dream and my friends cherished my face as I gulped down Oysters, Scallops, Prawns and more! Last night was different, not a drop of alcohol had passed my lips and I was just stopping by to pick up my Sicilian friend and after a few minutes was invited to stay for dinner. They’d just had a delivery that morning from Billingsgate Fish Market, one of the guys who works in the Italian embassy had traded a night shift for a delivery of fish. I was gestured toward the table and Gianni cried are you ready for a taste of Sicily? A metal bucket was dumped on the table filled with linguine, mussels and a fantastico arrabiata sauce with King Prawns and Squid. It was a marvellous treat and sitting there engrossed in Italian conversation only made it better.
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