March 24, 2006
As some of my closer friends already know, a couple of weeks ago, I had a little trouble… errr… downstairs… you know, around the back.
I may have tracked down a cause. On the day before the unpleasantness began, I had the Grilled Fish of the Day at The Rose Hotel on Napier Street, Fitzroy for lunch. I had the same dish (a different fish, but still grilled in the same way) yesterday, and I haven’t been feeling too flash ever since. I’m not saying there’s a problem with the fish at The Rose, but there’s definitely a problem with the fish, The Rose, and I.