A Hunk of Cheese
I was just outside the office, and a man in a suit walking along the street suddenly stopped, doubled over and vomited by the side of the road. Then he vomited again. Eventually he got back up and I asked him of he was okay. He nodded, and said, “Is there a supermarket or something round here I can buy a hunk of cheese?” Because, y’know, of course: that’s exactly what you want after you’ve been sick – a hunk of cheese.
