When in China…
This old adage(that I just made up) might prove fatal for some.
‘When in China, Eat Chinese’
Whenever I scarf into chocolates in china (my one weakness) , I’m wary about all the melamine that could be in it.
If I’m lucky I’ll end up with a thick protective coating of furniture polish in my stomach lining.If not a cast
iron stomach, I could atleast boast of shiny polished innards…If I’m lucky.
A 76 year old technician came onboard yesterday.
He looked only sixty.
What was his secret?
Two packs a day,he confesses.
No.He’s just a genetic anomaly.Lucky bastard.
He offers me a stick.I refuse politely.
He expounds his theory.
‘You smoke you die…’
‘You smoke you die…you don’t smoke you die…better die smoking’
Fuckyouverymuch…I mean nothankyouverymuch.
I’d rather die not smoking.
Melamine will kill you.
But a quick glance at the ingredient label (wherever and whenever found in english) tells me that my chocolate
contains no melamine,lead,mercury,chalkpowder or any other opportunities for a slow and painful death.
And I believe in labels.