The markets were interesting too – I remember my dad being coaxed into removing his jeans for a stall owner who promptly began to take them apart. I can still remember the shock on my dad’s face to this day. Fortunately, he had some shorts on him too, so his embarrassment (though not his lack of understanding nor frustration) soon subsided. The owner asked my dad what his favourite brand of jeans was, whilst now being in the middle of a frenzy unstitching these jeans. My father replied “Um, Levi, I guess”, the owner merely nodded his head and said, “Okay. Come back in 3 hour”.

Thailand. What a beautiful country. Weird and wonderful. Filled with lovely people, lovely weather and lovely food. I was around 9 years old the first time I visited and instantly loved the place. The variety of fruits available, at next to nothing, still fascinates me to this day. Pomello. That’s my favourite. It’s segmented, similar to a grapefruit or orange, just much bigger and much, much nicer.

Video games, I’ve loved them for as long as I can remember. My current favourite is probably the latest release in the Call of Duty franchise: Modern Warfare 2. I have a real thing for first person shooters – ever since I first played ‘Wolfenstein 3D’ as a young child. Shortly after I’d finally managed to finish this game ID Software came out with the infamous Doom. I was hooked. I’ve been hooked ever since, much to my parents’ dismay. They’ve never seen the point but they’ve never played either. I suspect they’re scared of me calling them hypocrites when they too, fall in love with the genre. It’s been interesting to watch the games evolve, as the technology around them did. What was ground breaking yesterday is miles behind what will be released tomorrow; I just wish I could evolve at the same speed as the games. I’m not too good on the new games, but it doesn’t stop me from trying.  Good at modern games or not, I’m still pretty good at the classics, and I’ll happily beat you at Duke Nukem 3D any time you’d like.

It’s nearly ready, just the Quorn left to add. Being frozen it begins to make that familiar sizzling sound. The microwave ‘Ding!’s, and the tortillas are now ready. The gas is turned off, and people begin to dive in. There’s an art to wrapping a Fajita, one I’ve not quite mastered yet. So, after loading in, beans, Quorn, cheese, jalapenos, peppers, sour cream, guacamole and some salsa I begin the task of haphazardly wrapping this up. We all begin throwing this food all down ourselves, as it seems no one else has the fajita wrapping art quite mastered either. After all getting our fill, and the last of each ingredient has been consumed we all sit back and rub our now inflated stomachs. Moments later and unanimously, we all let out a “Me gusta!”

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