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T minus 30
I hadn’t planned it this way, it’s just that I had a sushi craving and then I started smearing on the wasabi and it came to me – a pre-emptive attack! If I’ve got to suffer jaw ache trying to hold my mouth open wider than it was ever intended, listen to that whining high-pitched drill, feel the grinding vibrations in my skull, smell the friction burns, almost choke on the water spray and my own blood, all while staring up into his nose?? Well he’s going to need a face mask, ‘cos when he gets a whiff of my wasabi, pickled ginger breath, he’s going to speed up the operation a bit.
Fisherman’s Friend, anyone?
Update: someone’d tipped him off. He already had the mask on when I arrived.
*aïe! aïe! aïe!*
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