Ye verily I am suffering and contributing to greenhouse gasses at a level that would shame China and should lead to the immediate issuance of a fatwa against Lloyd Grossman were their any natural justice in the world. Last night The Spousal Unit went to bed early with non specific unwellness which threw out all the plans for the evening meal. I did not fancy a takeaway but did fancy a curry so I scooted as fast as my little fat legs would carry me to Somerfield for some chicken breasts. As the hour was getting late and because I managed to stop at the pub on the way to Somerfield there was only time to make a jar of sauce curry rather than a real from scratch ricker-wrecker. I have always loathed Lloyd Grossman and now I loath him even more. I consumed the curry, with lime pickle and a packet of Sharwoodâs Poppadoms together with half a bottle of red wine and two pints of my home brewed stout. I would point out that the jar said âserves 4â but I can assure you nobody else got near it and I even kicked the plate clean afterwards. This morning I find myself emitting several cubic feet of gas per hour. It is hot, damp and remarkably fragrant. Having earlier dropped my guts in the car I got back in a few minutes ago and had to open the windows. The dog will not come into my office and is sitting at the top of the stairs looking like a well gassed kurd and the place is freezing because I have had to open all the windows. So, brothers, should you wish to alienate all at work or yours Spousal Unit I can heartily recommend Lloyd Grossmanâs Madras Sauce.