He says they rarely do in places like Premier Inn, but yeah I’d imagine a lot of what he does is staged.
They have done every time I’ve stayed in one. These people are attention whores, he’ll have no doubt paid for the breakfast then makes out he’s bunked in for the likes.
Getting through Christmas without telling the father in law to **** off has now become the main challenge. So far nothing is good enough. Bought him some beers he likes. "Not as nice as on draught". Turkey crown not good enough went out and bought some chicken drumsticks. Doesn't understand the concept of a coaster. He's in the kitchen right now playing his keyboard at full volume.
Couple of slices taken off for the walk. It's pissing down so I'm heating up the mulled cider. She's going in the sea ffs!
He sounds delightful mate, chicken drumsticks ffs Pay one of the kids to accidentally spill a full glass of coke on his keyboard
Out for lunch today. Xmas menu looks boss. Prawn cocktail, turkey and Christmas pudding (different courses).
That well known Christmas tradition of gnawing bones. Is he from the deepest recesses of Welsh Wales like?
