Thanks for that Brian , good to let off steam , me and Mrs Conn are planning an evening of cocktails and beef short ribs cooked on the BBQ tonight what ever the score
We've regressed so far in our thinking. I'm not sure I'd be surprised if the electorate in this country elected a government to reintroduce conscription, work houses and public flogging. Thank **** for the Irish passport.
Sounds delicious! One of my sisters rang me yesterday. She's been married for less than 2 years and it's going tits up, partially because they're both highly active people with lots of sporting interests that they can't indulge and are bored of the sight of each other. Mrs B and I lived and worked together for 2 months back when we were at uni. She talked me into getting another job in a pub. Subsequently, she told me that she just wanted a bit of space and time away from me...just 3 nights a week. This has been very, very hard on people.
I'm off to help a good friend move her furniture to a new house...another relationship hits the dust.
please log in to view this image **** that ****. It'll take you much, much longer and you'll definitely do something "wrong".
Brian , it sounds like you have more than your share of it at the moment, just remember to take time for yourself mate
Nothing says "I love you" quite like 3 pissed up blokes from Croydon accompanied by another dressed as a vampire...
Yesterday, I watched The Commitments for the first time in a while. A really good film that my youngest daughter (studying direction and editing) dismissed with..."It's too long...and there are too many characters in it". You can't please everyone, I guess? Still here's an unnecessary full length version of a couple of numbers... A mate of mine from schooldays is the absolute spit (they could be twins) of the first drummer, Billy Mooney...he could also start a fight in an empty room and annoy people half a mile away. Famously, at the time of the break-up of my second marriage, a group of us rented a villa in Spain. One of our group decided he couldn't bare to leave his motorbike at home and rode out a few days behind us. Of course, he couldn't find the place when he got there....so he stopped at a bar to ask directions. The bar was full of pissed up Brits, who were of no ****ing use on directions to an address that they'd never heard of...but one Glaswegian asked what his missing mates looked like. He got half way through describing 'Percy'... "He's a tall, ginger, unbelievably mouthy..." ...and... "That ****ing ****'s down at The Frog and Toad."
As far as I can tell, 3 of the 5 are films...and you're definitely going waaaay too deep. Think of me as a man of more shallow, limited interests and you'll soon get there...