Daily Mail

Not saying I believe the restaurant owner but might as well add a bit of spice to the debate:

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Last time we eat at an Indian friends house me and the white girl there were sweaty, heaving messes while the Indians were just eating like the sauce was ketchup or something. It's just too intense.

I regularly get take out/away from a Pakistani place. We always order things mild and last time my aloo gobi was too hot. South Asian places need a white people tag for kitchen staff because our definitions of mild spiciness are worlds apart.
 
Lately the paper is absolutely filled to the brim with stories of this Kylie, and Kendall, non stop everywhere, reporting on the most mundane and pointless things in their empty lives. Its really amazing how much of a joke the paper is, still somehow it my guilty pleasure haha
 
I don't fackin' believe this sh*t:

Can you truly be friends with your cleaner?

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It's been seven years since my husband Tom and I first employed our domestic miracle-worker and, over that time, Donna has become much more than just my cleaner. She's seen me through some of the toughest periods of my life, shared intensely private moments that many of my closest friends have never been privy to and always been there for me.

And yet, in spite of this, there will always be something that stands in the way of us becoming proper friends outside the confines of my house...

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/a...sehold-secrets-know-things-friends-don-t.html
 
I regularly get take out/away from a Pakistani place. We always order things mild and last time my aloo gobi was too hot. South Asian places need a white people tag for kitchen staff because our definitions of mild spiciness are worlds apart.
You need to man up Dwayne, you're giving the rest of us white ppl a bad name.

When I was living almost full time in India I'd be asked almost every single meal time if I could take spicy food, used to drive me batty, especially as it was quite often the same numpty every day who would go on to insist that south Indian cuisine was the hottest on the planet. I finally got my own back on the bugger by taking him to a conference in Thailand and waiting until his face begun to melt whilst eating a papaya salad before asking him if he could take spicy food.
 
It can work in other ways too. Some (white) people think a restaurant is going to lay the mild stuff on them. I was at a place in Barnet and my mate ordered "4 vindaloos, and none of your poof's stuff". Nice oppo for said restaurant to laugh at us, and naturally what we got was definitely a level above the normal vindaloo, and more or less inedible. Though I think we ate it anyway, to prove ourselves as insecure idiots, rather than just idiots.
 
It can work in other ways too. Some (white) people think a restaurant is going to lay the mild stuff on them. I was at a place in Barnet and my mate ordered "4 vindaloos, and none of your poof's stuff". Nice oppo for said restaurant to laugh at us, and naturally what we got was definitely a level above the normal vindaloo, and more or less inedible. Though I think we ate it anyway, to prove ourselves as insecure idiots, rather than just idiots.
Vindaloo sometimes can be a joke in Indian restaurants whilst tindaloo and phall always are, basically pile on the spice and get our own back on the end of the evening British pissheads who are stopping us closing up.

I love genuine vindaloos, a delicate balance of spice and vinegary acidity when done well and used to regularly have vindaloo chicken liver with breakfast during my time in India but unless I know the restaurant well, I'd avoid it like the plague in UK restaurants, especially late at night. The only time I ever ate a phall was at Uni in a restaurant where we knew all the staff after my Indian housemate ordered it trying to look tough and gave up after 2 mouthfulls, I finished it and whilst it was edible there was little flavour beyond the overload of chilis.
 
Vindaloo sometimes can be a joke in Indian restaurants whilst tindaloo and phall always are, basically pile on the spice and get our own back on the end of the evening British pissheads who are stopping us closing up.

I love genuine vindaloos, a delicate balance of spice and vinegary acidity when done well and used to regularly have vindaloo chicken liver with breakfast during my time in India but unless I know the restaurant well, I'd avoid it like the plague in UK restaurants, especially late at night. The only time I ever ate a phall was at Uni in a restaurant where we knew all the staff after my Indian housemate ordered it trying to look tough and gave up after 2 mouthfulls, I finished it and whilst it was edible there was little flavour beyond the overload of chilis.

I used to like vindaloos for the same reasons but haven't had one since that night, though have had things at least as hot, not least something in an Ethiopian restaurant in Balham which I really couldn't recommend. Really hot stuff can be very good or very bad...
 
More like a melting Peter Sutcliffe.
 
Is this the ghost of a drowned man?

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Apparently not.
 
it looks like a chicken pretending to be a person.
 
:lol: That's unbelievable even by Mail standards.
 
:lol:The 'chocolate mosque' comment made me laugh tbf.
 
this is only coming to the UK now?

We have had to pay for plastic bags for years in Ireland.

We all bring our own proper shopping bags and its great.
 
Genius spoof comment from a TLW poster on the Mail's story about the '5p Carrier Bag Carnage':

If only the Government would listen to the warnings of the Daily Mail! My local Tesco Metro, as predicted, descended into a maelstrom of disorder and misrule this morning. Everything proceeded as normal for the first five minutes after opening, but once a customer asked for a carrier bag, all pandemonium was let loose. In less than half an hour, in scenes reminiscent of "Lord of the Flies", shoppers had stripped to the waist, daubed their faces with war-paint and split into warring factions, using weapons fashioned from biscuits and detergent. By lunchtime, the tumult had descended into godless and anarchistic bedlam; I witnessed a man dressed only in a TV Quick perform a ceremony in which three women were married to a Ken Hom's Thai Green Curry. By three o'clock, everybody had died, their souls lost for eternity, and the store had been burned to the ground as an offering to appease the angry gods of Cilit Bang.
 
Isn't the point of the reference the complete opposite of what is being implied in that Tweet?

I.e. they are not digging dirt for the purpose of making a right wing point against Muslims/immigrants failing to integrate, but to highlight how a this particular member of Leeds' Muslim population has done a good job of integrating?

It's a weird point to make, but if we are going to ridicule the Daily Mail, we should at least do it honestly. If you read the actual article without looking at which paper it is in you would surely be more inclined to think it was written by a liberal trying to make a cliched/cringy pro-multiculturalism argument than a middle-Englander at the Daily Mail.