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Weird restaurants

Los Angeles: The Magic Restroom. Yep. You’re sitting on toilet seats, on, er toilets. You can have a black poop sundae served in a miniature bog. Should you want to. For whatever reason that could possibly be.

Paris: Le Refuge des Fondues. Bit of a niche market, the fondue dining set, but here they also serve the wine in baby bottles, which gets them off the tax. Good work, guys.

Taipei: The Barbie Restaurant. Theme, Barbie.

Bangkok: The Royal Dragon. Sheer size. 8.35 acres, over 1,000 staff (and they’re on roller skates to get round the place). That’s those that aren’t on zip-wires. Crikey.

Las Vegas: The Heart Attack Grill. They dress you in hospital gowns, serve triple lard-fired chips, and burgers the size of manhole covers. Dishes include the quadruple bypass burger (this features twenty slices of bacon)…

…why am I drooling? Is morphing into Homer Simpson finally complete?

CPS issued ‘misleading’ information – define misleading

Apparently saying you were not the subject of any complaints since 2008, when there have been at least nine, two of these upheld after full-scale investigations.

That’s ‘misleading’.

The Booker Prize…

…here’s my tip: Eleanor Catton (to win – 11/4 with Hills, BetFred and Ladbrokes). She’ll be the youngest ever winner if she gets the prize, and The Luminaries will be the longest winning book at over 800 pages (Will Self should’ve won last year but there’s been some sort of Hillary Mantel fixation-thing going on, with the equally long Umbrella).

The Kills…

…didn’t make the shortlist, but I’m really enjoying it, and it’s the first time I’ve come across a book with optional on-line content. You can visit the site (or not) when directed by the paper or e-reader text and link to short and loner film-clips, audio files recording characters’ phone calls, that sort of thing (or you can visit when not directed / not when directed and take in what you want when you want).

Twice this week I’ve not been able to put it down in the mornings, resulting in a later than planned (still stupid o’clock early – but maybe half-past stupid (idiotic? the edjit hour, Greenwich mean time?) start and a lack of focus with the shaving lather – could’ve been nasty, I’m surprised the near-miss Nazis didn’t burst in and take me away. The whole Internet content thing works much better than you’d imagine (the author is also a film producer and screenwriter, so that must help).