went out for dinner last night with some mates to a BBQ joint. A plate of dog (very sinewy, disappointing, really) followed by barbecued rabbits heads (we had meant to order potatoes but something went wrong in the translation- not such an unusual occurance in the end). While I stuck to eating the rabbits cheeks, Daniel was a little braver and consumed the tongue (not without first sticking it between his lips and murmuring 'Give us a kiss darlin'') and the brains. I can't help feeling that food like this is far more suitable for playing with than eating. Tonight I think I'll stick to something a little more conservative.