While staggering around Birmingham in the early hours of last Sunday after Jerome's birthday, we eventually found a kebab shop at 4am, Jerome was disappointed, "not as good as king kebab" with wet eyes and trembling bottom lip coated in chili sauce lipstick. King kebabs had apparently shut a short while before.
While stumbling back to his house we passed the former buisness premises of King Kebab where a girl and her boyfriend were having a row. The Girl sank to her knees against the wall in floods of tears - Jerome, like a chivalrous knight of old walked up and said "I know, I was really upset too, but don't worry, I know it won't be the same, but there's another kebab house down the road".
Lovely stuff.
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ha ha ha ha ha! Long live the new blog of Jerome! (And Jerome himself, I suppose)
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