Today in “problems I can relate to”, Angelina Jolie has apparently been using hers and Brad Pitt‘s private jet to fly some of Brad’s favourite English food back to Los Angeles for him. Apparently he’s been missing his favourite curry spots and other things that the UK just does better, like baked beans and sweets and shit. Having just returned from living in England (and looking forward to moving back ASAP), I can feel Brad’s pain. There’s no such thing as a 44p bottle of no sugar added lemon squash here in New York City. No, you have to pay $7 for an imported one. Boo! As for the curry, there’s just no substitute for that.
From The Sun:
She had a special consignment of lamb bhuna, chicken korma and chicken tikka picked up from Brad’s favourite curry house in Surrey.
A source said: “Brad is back in America and has been longing for a decent curry.
“He really misses their Indian takeaway nights from when they lived in Surrey last year. Angelina arranged as a surprise for a load of it to be cooked and flash-freeze packed for her to fly home.
“So while she was at the G8, she sent her bodyguard Ray and eldest son Maddox to collect it and to stock up with more treats.
“They even got a load of Kingfisher and Cobra beer for Brad to wash it all down with.”
It helps when you can pack it all in on a private jet. It would be a struggle with the Easyjet baggage allowance.
Angelina and Maddox were reunited with Brad and the rest of the brood in LA at the weekend.
It was a sweet moment.
Because as well as the curry — and cans of sausages and baked beans — they’d also stocked up on jelly babies, Galaxy Ripple bars and several six packs of Irn Bru — which isn’t sold in their posh neighbourhood of Los Feliz.
Galaxy doesn’t hold a candle to Cadbury and Irn Bru isn’t really my jam, but hey, to each his own. I can’t really speak for the beer thing as I’m more of a cider girl myself, but I guess they weren’t all that into their own wine. Ugh, now I want cider and blackcurrant. And, you know, a private jet. Damn you, Brangelina!
If I could afford it, I would private jet curried chips to myself every damn day. You can’t get anything even close to English/Irish curried chips in Canada.