Well...........my hate of olives goes wayback to my teens when me mam and dad got fed up with me at home and packed me off to the south of france bloody grape picking.......are you with me so far ?
so we piled onto a bus to Paris and booked into a squat called Le maison de jeauns...on the Left bank...which for them in the know is full of bleedin communists...i kept me head down and chomped on the local food....(which was stange to say the least).................the long and short of it ....i got quite ill very quickly and a doctor was sent for and gave me pills....and they were big pills.