Richard_S
03-04-2005, 07:54 PM
Well I am almost on the drunken side of life this evening after an afternoon of multiple pleasures. I put the old dear straight on many of life’s pearls, had a different discussion regarding “feminine” menus and the double-edged sword of the “goats cheese / strawberries” conundrum and held my own when she attempted trippage and uninspired wit. Father, bless him, wore all beige and his normal untidy mop; they are away for xmas this year, Cuba of all places the culture vultures that they are. Very welcome in a very sober sense – her turkey is dire and the awkward questions relating to g-force and other inadequate middle ground table chat rather passé. Some choice choices in terms of late night viewing; “mature beyond his years, he is movingly believable as the confused, abused teen” or perhaps the under the sea extravaganza that is the table with no legs. A solid Sunday staple eh chaps, pure genius. I had the inevitable “what are you going to do” conversation but managed to duck and weave; only spilling the ale on one forgivable occasion. Food was OK if a little long winded but the swans were out in force helping to pass the time and chin itching moments.
I am in no fit state for it but would welcome an open campfire, some gut warming camp songs and a fairly good-sized spit roast. Picked up a copy of the eye of privacy earlier in an attempt to keep in touch with the world but the better purchase turned out to the a apple creamed rice surprise. Apparently my only option is move out in order to sell although I did have a spot of good news from Captain Theodopolous last Friday. He is young and foolish, occasionally Greek but generally well screwed together. Has a lot of love for modelled automobiles and Emma Harrison’s breasts also and apparently fancies the idea of bettering himself in the quaint surroundings of good old Englefield. A bit like Bristol, rover and other dilapidated English moments ; they still play cricket but the Kru is £2.19 a bottle. Take your choice.
Incidentally and accidentally stumbled across the infamous “silver spoon” scene with Alesha Bizart earlier. Incredible space and big effort on the suction front – the whole nine yards in fact. Nice to see a proper woman making the effort even if her plaits were slightly wonky and the supplied yoghurt slightly lumpy.
As a footnote the new stance is “No comment your honour but be assured that it’s Mr Noodles to you” x
Oh and bought a smashing pair of voluptuous, moon booted styled, space hopper craft feet wassanames. Monty or Oscar? Puzzled yet pleased.
I am in no fit state for it but would welcome an open campfire, some gut warming camp songs and a fairly good-sized spit roast. Picked up a copy of the eye of privacy earlier in an attempt to keep in touch with the world but the better purchase turned out to the a apple creamed rice surprise. Apparently my only option is move out in order to sell although I did have a spot of good news from Captain Theodopolous last Friday. He is young and foolish, occasionally Greek but generally well screwed together. Has a lot of love for modelled automobiles and Emma Harrison’s breasts also and apparently fancies the idea of bettering himself in the quaint surroundings of good old Englefield. A bit like Bristol, rover and other dilapidated English moments ; they still play cricket but the Kru is £2.19 a bottle. Take your choice.
Incidentally and accidentally stumbled across the infamous “silver spoon” scene with Alesha Bizart earlier. Incredible space and big effort on the suction front – the whole nine yards in fact. Nice to see a proper woman making the effort even if her plaits were slightly wonky and the supplied yoghurt slightly lumpy.
As a footnote the new stance is “No comment your honour but be assured that it’s Mr Noodles to you” x
Oh and bought a smashing pair of voluptuous, moon booted styled, space hopper craft feet wassanames. Monty or Oscar? Puzzled yet pleased.