My regular readers, sorry my regular reader, will remember that my shirts are now 7% ramen thanks to the clumsy way I wield the chopsticks when eating the delicious, if impractical dish. But not anymore, I have found a solution to my splashback problem. I am still no better with the wooden sticks of shame, and the people around me are still in danger of a soupy shower but my T.M.Lewin (still no sponsorship) shirts are no longer in the firing line. Because, I now use protection in the form of a lovely paper bib that I discovered they give away in ramen restaurants. Of course, I have no idea what the Japanese for paper bib is, but luckily it is quite easy to do in sign language. I know that the paper bib is not exactly flattering, I look like I am having my teeth out, or that I am one of those baby fetishists, but I don’t care, when I leave the ramen place my shirt is pristine, sparkling. I noticed yesterday that when I asked for my bib, suddenly, so did all of those around me. Obviously, my reputation proceeds me.
If you enjoy this, please buy my book. It's cheaper on Amazon but if you can buy it from the publisher direct it is better for them and might get me a second one published.
If you enjoy this, please buy my book. It's cheaper on Amazon but if you can buy it from the publisher direct it is better for them and might get me a second one published.
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