Lunchtime already and nobody else can be arsed to do the weekend thread you bunch of lazy bastards. Junior has got football on Sunday, he's in a new team and they are about as much use a chocolate teapot. Still, he's not exactly Lionel Messi so fits right in. I expect they will get smashed all over the place again. Might be decent weather over the weekend, at least for those of us in the South East so I expect I will have to be doing a bit of graft in the garden. Watchu hup two?
Meeting Jules and Dec up at Nandos circa 1600 hours tonight then home for prosecco. Sat, Dec got a game then off to The Big House to watch the Teds then home for anal with Julie. Sunday - hopefully more anal. Salút
I will be mostly cooking crystal meth and then selling it up and down the coast to vulnerable addicts. Ice ice baby.
Bu**er all; still knackered. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat. Horse racing, cricket, Bundesliga and EPL on the box.
Few bottles of white in the refrigerator, real wine not the poovery gear with bubbles in it. Will get smashed and probably send an abusive text to someone that I will regret tomorrow morning. Might call square head, he blanked me last night. Die all die tomorrow, lie in my housecoat watching football. May have a few beer.
Intentionally spending the weekend alone, going to get on with some jobs. Unless any laydeez on here care to join me?
Fingers shredded doing paving on Saturday, was meant to carry on with the pointing on Sunday after football but we got invited round to lunch at friends (not the New York based sitcom) and I was on pudding duty. Knocked up a magnificent cream and raspberry gateau and a spiffing apple pie made with produce from our very own Bramley tree. Junior's team got whupped but if he hadn't pulled off some outstanding saves it would have been even worse. Only 4 of the team have ever played competitively before so I expect this won't be the last humping they receive.
