some afternoons I can sit at my desk, pretending to work, and just daydream about Indian food.  This is one of those afternoons.  I'm not even hungry so I don't know why but the thoughts just won't go away.  tortured by thoughts of a veg madras and all the trimmings.  Would you believe it eh?  Perhaps my curry obsession is returning.  Before I moved house a couple of years ago I lived round the corner from an amazing takeaway and could easily take 3-4 hits a week.  I had the number memorised (and still do, York 651117), ordered the same food every time (veg pakora, veg madras, peshwari naan) and every time I gave my order over the phone they would interrupt half way through, "Is this Simon?".  Great days.