You left me in Bradford, my dreams of pre-BRAPA curry dashed, and feeling suddenly famished as 2pm came and went.
Still found time to admire the art in Little Germany though.
I was looking for something local, so I popped in the new German Doner Kebab in the Broadway shops.
Now, I’d normally avoid these chain places like the plague, but the Doner Lahmacun Wrap (£5.95) was stunning; fresh salad, chewy flat bread and nutritious unidentifiable meat. Your nearest one is in Berlin. Or Oldham.
I had to head back toward the Town Hall to find a seat, but I think you’ll agree it was worth the time I took to set up the killer shot.
A quick stroll past the closed GBG newbie (soon ! soon !) to walk off the salad,
and a pistachio and mint tub (£2.80 with free wafer !) from the little I Cream counter, and I was as happy as a Ces Podd clearance off the line at Valley Parade.
If I hadn’t been BRAPA’s taxi I’d have been tempted by the Sam Smiths wine garden at the Shoulder of Mutton, though it was the
Boar’s Head Olde Crown that jumped out.
Half an hour till the BRAPA jab; I walked past Jacobs and thought I might have recognised someone outside.
Sitting down on the wall outside the vaccination centre, I realised I walked right past him.
Let me assure you, folks, our hero looked very brave pre-jab. I just made sure there were plenty of wee stops on our route.