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It seemed appropriate. It was Dolores's birthday and I took her out for a curry. I'm the perfect husband. Dolores even got a card this year. And I paid the kids to buy her a present. If that doesn't make a perfect husband, I don't know what would. (Don't suggest that I iron my own shirts. Or wash my own clothes. That's the job of the shirt fairies.)

The curry house is on Marie Heineken-plein. A new square blasted out of the back of the Heineken brewery after it closed. I reckon we sat right where the lagerkellers used to be. Drinking Heienken was therefore highly appropriate. And they had nothing better.

You know what? I'd rather drink Heineken than nothing.

What a confession.