I guess I’m officially on vacation… it’s just past 3 in the morning and I’m eating cold pizza and drinking a glass of milk after polishing off a bottle of wine and reather too many southern comforts.. it’s way too late to think aout the bikini I’ll be wearing in four days….
“U know that amazing ability u have to stuff a whole digestive biscuit in ur mouth? Well, i’ve just carried out an experiment & turns out that all the guys on my desk can do it. Gutted! I must have a particularly small mouth.”—
Txt from the girlfriend. It’s true, I really can put a whole digestive in my mouth without it breaking. It’s one of those skills that I really want to list on my CV but know I can’t. (via gooneruk)
Ha… theres a few things I can get in my mouth without getting broken and I can’t put them on my cv either…
Oh yeah…Scotch Eggs just cooked are something I recently tried at a local pub. It was pretty good!
I’m so glad I’ve started a new trend with the nomenclature of the meat egg. And doesn’t Emmas live across the pond? I don’t know why you would ever call it anything else, really. Meat + Egg = meat egg. For the record, mine was cold today and I think I would prefer it that way. A warm egg would make me queasy.
Oh baby the fabulous snack food that is the Scotch Egg… best served (in my opinion) by taking a small nibble (if bite size) or large chomp (if snack size) and squirting a small amount of ketchup into the hole left behind….
Now I’m jonesing…. and all I’ve got is pork pies…. due to the small pack of bite size scotch eggs being devoured by anyone (ok… me and HB) who opened the fridge door in the past 24 hours.
I’ve just discovered that I have been denied remote access to my work pc. I have a shed load of stuff to do that I wanted to complete in the comfort of my own home… wearing my pj’s… listening to my Jackie cd…
On a scale of 1 to 10 how pissy do you think I am?
Righty, will probably be offline for the rest of the weekend, as I’m off to Edinburgh for the Fringe Festival. My plan is to see a hell of a lot of stand-up comedy, some theatre, and possibly even some opera if the girlfriend gets her way.
I’d rather just laugh at swear words, to be honest.
Have a great time… make sure you have a proper Scottish breakfast… full on with square Lorne sausage and some proper black pudding… not the gristly stuff you northerners make….
*edited to remove tired mystifying reference to my father Robbie… a mad Scotsman before he emigrated to Cyprus and started looking like a mad Greek*