Air Seychelles Premier Lounge treatment

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Thanks to N we arrive at the airport on time and are pleasantly surprised to discover we've been granted access to Air Seychelles' Premier Lounge. It ain't a 4 star hotel but as they say it's better than a poke in the eye. It has a TV, free breakfast and a copy of the UK's Daily Mail. I pick it up desperate enough for UK news to set aside my usual abhorrence of its right leaning, rabble rousing style of journalism and just as quickly discard it again as pictures of Samantha Cameron (at least a decade old) modelling in her mate's flat count as news it seems; my prejudices are vindicated.

But lo! What is this I spy? A magazine offering the ultimate thrill.

Food porn...

Hurriedly, I grab it. Turning its pages, my pupils dilate and I salivate over oozing macaroni cheese, raunchy crab chili toasts and sultry spinach and lemon risotto. So casually, it teases with mention of sage, rice vinegar, sorrel and crème fraiche. I cry out in small amazement. I root in my pockets (yes for a pen) and furtively scratch the recipes in my very small diary (size here not mattering as nothing much happens) in a futile attempt to make my fantasy real; one day, just one day I might have all the ingredients and money to make that bitchin' soufflé happen.

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