Curry features a lot on the menu here, something most of the girls don't really care for. Among themselves, they were trying to puzzle out why it should make such regular appearances. Trying to be helpful, I said that with all the Britishers here it's not really surprising, what with curry practically being their national food and all, upon which Miranda does her condescending frowny thing and tries to inform me that curry originates from India. Well, thank you for that bit of gastronomic trivia - I really wouldn't have known otherwise. Of course, all subsequent attempts to clarify the situation just make things ever more confusing, so I give up stormily, resigned to the fact that such miscommunications are the story of my life. No matter where I go. I've sort of come to the point where I'm sure the fault lies with me but really don't care - people just need to grow eyes and ears and common sense so that we can have conversations without me wanting to bang my head against a table every 5 minutes.