Dictated whilst out shopping - and copped a few weird glances... I'm not sure when my first curry was, probably as a young child living on the south coast. the family didn't eat curry very often it was a foreign food. however I used to have the occasional taste - but it was not to my taste. It was probably in college when I had a first curry to myself, surely at the Taj Mahal which had a brothel above. What I do know is that the student curry occasions quickly deteriorated into a series of sessions of who could eat the hottest curry or who can eat the most food. I was accomplished at neither. Over time I became accustomed and quite liked the madras curry it was not too mild and had a bit of a kick, the restaurant would give fresh chilies which you could chop and put into the curry to suit your taste. This is probably where my fetish began, hot curry on hot sweaty summer nights with students before / after a bout of drinking or a nightclub. I would like to think that I have now progressed from using curry as a tool of testosterone and actually appreciate a good curry - often curries from various cuisines / countries. If I haven't had a curry for three or four weeks my belly starts aching and moaning and whining and belching - begging for a curry, begging for some spice, begging for my pallet to be tantalised with gorgeous curry. Being a fan of curry I have an obsession with cooking curry Pakistani Indian Bangladeshi Thai Malaysian Indonesian and West Indian. Whilst not an expert I can cook up a great curry for the guest Yum Yum Yum Yum Yum.