If I were to explain, it wouldn’t be worth the effort. I will simply detail that they are eating curry, heavily involved in a conversation that has a nondescript baring, with taunts and bantering disagreements throughout, deliberating the integral facets of life; undoing each nerve with consistent tact, yet never showing signs of boredom in the company of. Some who colloquially put it as ‘Bromance’ might be be merely classifying a friendship with hardened skin. In their case, quoting Oliver directly: “It’s a love, hate relationship with Matt …”
Clearly it is all about respect. Friends eating dinner together. Close to a two man war - these naan breads will act as sufficient missiles at the slightest diplomatic meltdown. Curry will paint the walls if this moment is to erupt. Luckily, it has turned out to be a satisfaction of the digestive systems, both volcanos of verbal spew lay dormant for another day, ceasing a near slap-fest of these bickering socialites.
No matter your age, your wisdom, or might, you will one day stoop so low to throw your garlic bread at your targeted foe.
A vision through my eyes of two seasoned gents interacting with upmost displeasure in the true happiness of each others company.
Lore, Freshwater, 17/12/13.