Weekly Sunday roasts are such a thing of the past. Bless the baby-boomer generation who still laboriously graft on a Sunday to make that special family meal every week. Although, I suppose they can if they've retired in their late 50s while I'll be dragged out of my work in a coffin at 79 (apart … Continue reading Sunday roast in your pyjamas
On my 18 birthday, my best friend came to mine the night before to make a play list. Those were the arduous days of illegal downloading and burning onto CDs so it was quite an operation. Well, we got so rip-roaring drunk that night that I nearly didn't enjoy the big night. It was alright … Continue reading Not-quite-New-Year’s-Eve-Italian-feast
If you're going to stick the tree up, you need decent scran and drinks for the compulsory breaks otherwise it can just be plain tense! I actually used the phrase 'do you hate me?' when he put two identical baubles next to each other- one less present for me I think! Of all people, my … Continue reading ‘Choucroute garnie’ and christmas trees
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