WENDELL HUSSEY | Cadet | CONTACT
Tony Johns lied to himself last night.
With his girlfriend away on a work trip for the week, the 26-year-old electrician from the Golf Course Estate decided to treat himself.
However, while he planned to treat himself, he planned to do it reasonably responsibly.
So, on the first night of her departure, Johns headed down to Indian Palace to order himself a large takeaway container Butter Chicken, some naan and a serving of rice, which would last him at least the next couple of days.
Takeaway in hand, barely able to contain his excitement, the Dolphins Reserve Grade centre burst through the door into his living room and ripped into the spread.
The left alone for the week male planned to survive on the Butter Chicken dish for at least three dinners, cooking up some rice each night to make it last.
However, sitting slumped on the couch last night, full as a butchers dog, with the dirty plastic and paper strewn across his coffee table, Johns asked himself why he is like this.
“Sitting there, at the point where I am almost needed to go out the back and throw up like a dog whose gulped down too much chum, I was filled with self-loathing,” Johns said.
“I’m still coming to terms with it.”
“Did I lie to myself? Am I just a fool who genuinely thinks he has self-control? I don’t know, all I know is I still feel fucking shit this afternoon. I think it’s going to have to be something healthy tonight like a takeaway stir fry with heaps of veges or something.”
