I had a roadie who was always nearly killing himself. he never seemed to learn - he used to heat up stuff from the Chinese take away.

Also he was always going to restaurants where they made the most disgusting meals. If they piled his plate high and didn't charge him much, he thought he was getting a bargain. A couple of times , he took me to places and the pong coming out of the kitchens would have knocked down a horse.

i used to feel such a shit. He'd say, this is MY treat this time! And invariably, I'd say - you gotta be joking , we'll be dead if we eat there. One time he cheerfully admitted he'd thrown up the meal last time he went there.

Mind you, he was a Derbyshire lad, they make 'em tough round there.