Pride cometh before a fall

Heading off to THE CITY yesterday of course I took care to look sharp, something like this


As lunchtime approached I decided on some pub grub – I much prefer the old, Counter lunch – but of course time marches on. I perused the menus of a number of establishments all touting pasta specials which sounded nourishing but out of consideration for my smart white tee shirt I declined this food type. Eventually I settled for a reasonably priced grilled steak at the courtyard of Australia square, placed my order and purchased a glass of red to accompany it. I found a table, spread my paper at the letters page and took my first cautionary sip only to be gripped by one of those involuntary choke spasms causing me to splutter red wine all over shirt and paper. Dam I should have had the pasta a fact that became even more obvious when the steak arrived over-cooked and accompanied by an unwanted and un-advertised pepper sauce. Dam