Curry Extractor

I was at a friend’s house where he was living in a large but run down apartment.

We were getting ready for a night out and I had brought round a couple of CDs to add to his gigantic CD multi changer. It was the size of two large book cases, beige and needed to be unlocked with a key he kept on his keyring.

As he opened the doors for it, jewel cases went in one side and you fed in discs to an elaborate array of spinning platters on the other.

As I hadn’t kept any CDs for years and years, all I could contribute was a copy of Papa Roaches Infest and a single of Smothered by Spineshank; however both were accepted and added to the machine.

After this we went to the kitchen and there was a gigantic extractor fan mounted in the ceiling covered in a black plastic bag that rippled as the weather outside pulled on the chimney.

We all made mock praying and ritualistic chanting towards the fan as we’d planned to cook a big spicy curry and would see it in operation in a few hours.

For some reason after this we’d agreed to play hide and seek, I hid in one of the kitchens empty cupboards and was among the last to be found. We never did end up going out or cooking curry.