Hi
It's bin pretty cool with hols and stuff, and I think Im gonna have to do the second part of my story, since noone's bothered to do it for me

The Star(contd)
His car was a wreck, an old Land Cruiser that he knew he should have thrown away last year.There was absolutely no reason for him to like it, but he did. He tried to get it to start. It didn't. He tried to atleast get it to make that chug-pfft noise which meant it would be up given a few tries. Maybe the challenge of making it work was why he liked it so much.

All his hunger had evaporated by the time he reached a restaurant. Good thing, really. These Indian restaurants were all the same, the ones which were supposedly five-star served imitation western cuisine. They couldn't even make good chinese dishes. However, he went in dutifully, since he'd driven so far. He hated their idlis and dosas. Awful stuff. He ordered a chapati and some chicken curry. The chicken wasn't bad.Hmmm. Maybe he was a bit hasty in condemning these places: after all, he hadn't exactly experienced a lot of it.

And then it happened again. It always did, just when he was half-way through his meal. That gagging feeling,his head getting heavier and heavier until he couldn't keep it up any more. He collapsed onto the plate...