For the love of all things red and stripey
28 March 2024
Simply for the very longest time,
I have been absolutely obsessed with stripes. And the colour red.
Like, is too mild a word. It just
doesn’t pack enough punch. Or accurately describe how much I just gravitate
towards it. In any shop, I’m inexplicably drawn to anything stripey or red. It’s
like an implanted tracking device, that just steers me to seek it out. I notice
stripes and the colour red everywhere. My cupboard bears testament to that
exact fact.
So pray tell, where does this
come from? How did it start? And most importantly, why? And how come my strive
for the colour red and stripes is so overwhelmingly strong?
Surely it’s odd, right. I mean, I
get that people like certain things. But how did it start and what was the cause?
And then it hit me. Like a big
red, stripey lightbulb.
I’ve got it all figured out. And
it’s really quite obvious how it happened. And what led to this strange affliction.
Basically, there are two reasons:
- KFC and the Colonel’s secret blend of eleven
herbs and spices
- Gondolas and my desire to go to Venice
It’s hardly rocket science.
I am obsessed with KFC. It’s hands
down my favourite food in the whole world. And let’s keep it real. I’ve got
lots of favourites. There’s so much to choose from. A lamb chop on the braai, a
delicious salad, biltong, bacon, a roast meal with all of the trimmings, a good
curry, a delicious pasta dish. But KFC is top notch stuff. Without equal.
In addition, going for a gondola ride
in Venice has been on my bucket list forever. So many people have told me that
I’ll be disappointed. That it’s dirty. That it’s overrated. But I simply don’t
care. I really, really, really need to experience it some day. Having a gondolier serenade me whilst we’re slowly making
our way on the canals sounds heavenly to me. A dream come true.
And that’s when the penny dropped.
There’s a very strong convergence, between two of my biggest heart’s desires.
KFC’s signature colours are red
and white. With some stripes added for good measure. And gondoliers wear red
and white, or black and white stripey shirts.
It was fated. The two dreams
collided. And forged and even stronger union.
And hence it was written in the
stars. A done deal.
The only thing that could
possibly be better than going for a gondola ride in Venice, being steered along
and serenaded by a gondolier wearing a stripey shirt, would be to have some KFC
at the same time.
Heavenly perfection!
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