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A date

Last night I took Sarah out on a date, a rare occurrence. It was very romantic, nothing would be too expensive for my lovely wife.

So I checked that I had the half price voucher for Pizza Express and my free tickets for the Funky B gig, and off we went.

We had a really nice meal at Pizza Express, and then the dessert menu was presented. I narrowed it down to a choice between Chocolate Glory or Chocolate Fudge Cake. The Chocolate Glory is ice cream, with chocolate fudge cake pieces in and chocolate sauce on top. So the only apparent differences are ice cream, and the fact that one is served in an ice cream glass.

I opted to save 15p and have the Fudge Cake.

“Would you like ice cream with that sir?” 

Okay, so in fact the only difference is if you want it on a plate or in a glass.

A few minutes later, the waiter returns and informs me that sadly they are out of fudge cake, so I’d have to select something else.

“So I guess that means no Chocolate Glory either then…” I mutter to myself jokingly.

“I think we can do one of those for you sir” he replies.

So they cant give me chocolate fudge cake with ice cream, but they can give me ice cream with chocolate fudge cake!

After the meal we plodded along the road, avoiding the drunk argument on the other side of the road, to the gig venue. It was really great soul/funk music and we had a thoroughly good time. We probably spent too much time at the beginning trying to decide if the two blonde girls on the table next to us were twins, or in fact just two blonde girls. It turned out one of them was the singer in the band and we decided they probably were twins.