Anyway, was nice. Had thin and crispy, which was was less calorie laden. Tandoori hot. I think 'Italian' style is the best middle ground though. The local Italian would have been even better but I'd have had to go pick that up, so **** it.
Sat watching the football and I'm like "who the **** is that **** tear arsing along the street at 100mph?" Noise stops, kitchen door goes, then I'm like "who's that **** tear arsing along the street at 100mph?" Turns out its my daughter's new boyfriend. Hate the **** already. Told my son if ever he meets him to lamp the ****.
Cos he's a knobhead. Why would I lamp him when I have a fitter, younger, more ****in mental version of me that would delight?