Old Pals, Old Problems

A voice from the past (or at least an email) arrived just the other day, my old buddy having hit this page (one has to assume by accident) and concluded that my ailing body must mean that I am becoming expert in medical matters. He, poor soul, is suffering from flatulence; now I think about it perhaps I pity his colleagues more.

My revised diet similarly caused upsets when first begun and I strongly recommend him to look closely at his diet and see if this could be varied so as improve matters. Mind you I seem to remember that he had similar problems in the past, or so I conclude from his regularly going commando, presumably having burnt holes in his underwear and decided that the cheapness of getting clothes made in Malaysia made the risk to his trousers worth taking.

It's a worrisome life with such problems and I hope he, a lover, as I recall, of Indian food can find an open air job to prevent possible upsets to others.

But, as a person who once recommended Jack Daniels drunk while eating chillies to another pal as a sovereign cure for sore throats, I must try and make a recommendation. Perhaps the solution is a new tee-shirt. Or perhaps, more sensibly, he should give up the curries and/or eating at Nando and take to a diet of chilli and wine, which has done my belly a great deal of good and would doubtless treat him just as well.