so just had a think about what would do it for me Day starts with anotherwat picking me up in one of his supercars to go meet wubba Wubba cooks a brekkie that kils for us then we head off to the ground. big meet in the Connie as Col and others buy the beers Off to the ground....rangers win 3-nil and its alll gravy...(least possible ) Anotherwat gives me the keys to his new "hypercar"...... i drive like a fool, then the man (anotherwat) t5akes me out and shows me what the motor can really do..... we go to wubba house and he cooks brusel sprouts that we would die for.....(see previous posts) I go home happy..via some other type car than a 12C...and oh yeah ....QPR win tooo,........!
Great idea for a thread Queens: Love to have a go ... a long day in the UK Starts early with wild sex with my lady because she is super hot Gym: 10K on bike weights and then 40 lengths swim (1k) Borough Market and lunch on the south bank Exhibition Game of five a side with my three lads and mates Quick cast into the best Barbel swim going Supper in Byrons Westfield ... Big Burger QPR home game under the lights v Man Utd which we win 3 nil and Adel scores all three and gets awarded 1,2,3 in goal of the season. Onto a good London pub before hitting a club that is playing Depeche Mode and Bowie remixes ... loads of LSD and Mushrooms Walk home across Wimbledon Common still high as a kite with Mrs DT and have nature sex every 15 minutes. First light a quick cast into a bubbling lilly lined lake and the catch and fight of a 8 pound summer Tench Bacon Sandwich and bed. I will do my French one next... great thread Queens
The ideal day would be seeing QPR in the Champions Leaque Final playing against Glasgow Rangers . Wonder what shirts would they wear ?
Sunday, 19 May 2013. (5.47pm to be precise) QPR beat Liverpool away 4 nil (last goal in second minute of stoppage time) and remain in PL on goal difference above Villa, Reading and Wigan. DT's ideal day wishes might be more realistic.
Wake up to a bright sunny day after a strenuous night with a young Claudia Cardinale. I am miraculously aged 17 but with all my current knowledge and experience. Full English breakfast in the Petersham Hotel, Richmond washed down with a couple of pints of Guinness, flown in from Dublin and left to settle for the correct amount of time. Supersonic 15 minute flight to Milan for lunch in Tra di Noi pizzeria, truffle oil on the pizzas, washed down with a bottle of Inferno red. On to San Siro, to see AC Milan 1989 vs QPR 1976. 2-2 going into the last minute, Stan waltzes around Baresi and Maldini to clinch it. Watched in the company of my (now deceased) mate Gary, who has provided the traditional high quality smoking materials. Then on to Monza for the Italian Grand Prix, featuring all the greats of the sport (Ayrton Senna, Stirling Moss, Jackie Stewart, Fangio etc etc) all racing in the same car with perfect reliability, but different livery so we can tell them apart, so only driving skill counts. I don't care who wins, just a joy to watch. Dinner in Malacca, Malaysia - beachfront shack restaurant, the finest chili crab on earth. Back for a nightcap at the Devonshire Arms, Bolton Abbey, Yorkshire and its outstanding selection of single malts. The young Greta Scacchi turns up, seeking company... ...just re-read this and suspect if I was really 17 there would be a lot less food and a lot more sex.
I'd start the day with a brisk walk... to the land of Mordor where I destroy the ring of power and evil for good (no, I'm not talking about last night's curry). Cheese and Branston baguette with tomato soup for lunch. A busy afternoon would ensue - formulating the grand unified theory, venturing to the far edge of the galaxy (despite the evil machinations of my computer Hal but a swift return trip as an ethereal being makes it all worth while), a quick kick helicopter trip to LR for a highly anticipated win, a world record marathon and a successful rematch against Apollo Creed work up a nice appetite. Fajitas for tea. Off to the local where they throw in some live music - The Decemberists, Interpol and Radiohead. 8 pints wedged in but strangely sober as I get home to see the Rs win the league on MOTD due to a 10 nil hammering of Man U. Shearer and Dublin spontaneously combust while trying to begrudgingly splutter out praise for the best team in history. Curl up after for another viewing of Usual Suspects. Figure out, finally and decisively, who Kaiser Soze is. Me and Debs go to bed... and to sleep a while later.
Dammit - forgot my full English breakfast (including black pudding). Oh well, I wouldn't want to sacrifice my lay in....
Sorry, the Op forgot to take in a TOP TOP film....probably creaming over thse brussel sprouts....Could i sit alongside the lovely Mrs Matt for the film? lol
The lovely (future) Mrs Matt is off limits to you sunshine! If you're good, I might let you watch the film through the the window or, better still, lend you the DVD. (I think you should be more concerned about leaving your e-wifey out of your plans... )
