Finger lickin' bad

R wrote to chide me for eating KFC chickens pumped up with growth hormones and other nasties. He is right. And he should know. His entire family used to eat KFC every friday. My lame defense: after six months of chemo, and a completely knackered palate, I am afraid I will eat anything which provides some reminder of what food used to taste like.

Some people are sticking their tongues out at brain tumours. You can see them here.
Diminished responsibility I reckon...