Hey,

We need to confront, head on, a very serious topic.

I love kebabs.

I do not love kebabs drunk. I do not love kebabs when my taste buds are numbed, my eyesight blurred and my senses eradicated. I love them like, if not a child, then like a tasty night time snack. I love them with all my faculties, as a rational economic human being, completely in control of my own destiny.

And yes, I appreciate they are pretty much made with squirrel meat or badger steaks or something equally repulsive. In which case, I would like to contend, that the squirrel is a exquisite treat, and the badger a rare delicacy.

Craig