Tony buys a Chinese curry with rice 3 or 4 times a week. He eats half of it one day and microwaves the rest the next day. Sometimes he'll get some leftovers from his work, which he'll eat instead, but usually it's the curry.
He also has a very sweet tooth, and got all caught up in an ice-cream promotion at the local supermarket: a litre of caramel ice-cream for a pound. I started noticing every last cavity in the freezer full up with ice-cream, presumably saving up for when the deal came to an end, but it didn't for ages. Tony owns the European ice-cream surplus.
One day, having microwaved his daily Chinese curry portion, he left the kitchen doing an exaggerated pregnant mother style walk.
"What's up with you?" I asked.
"On a diet, in't I. I normally have 'alf a curry a day. Now I 'ave one over fwee days. Gettin' fat, in't I!"
"You don't think that's anything to do with the entire tub of ice-cream you eat every day?"
He looked at me like I was mad.
"No! That's puddin', innit!...It's dinner makes you fat."
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