pmh wrote:I've already line up a wrestle, the big pan face has got no chance against my evil webbed feet.
He may be disorientated by the drink, mind. Are you going to the well for it? Mason like to pi$$ al fresco, so careful he doesn't do a wee-wee in it.
pmh wrote:On a side note, could somebody go to the shops for me?
A rather bourgeois request. Don't you have a downtrodden birdservant to do that for you once he's tied that bow and buffed up that medallion thing?
pmh wrote: I nee some fags. This health tip is fecking killing me, I've only had two apples today and Ms. pmh is currently making some god awful pork meat ball concoction that is really going to upset my Italian heritage.
There's only so much that La Familia Cecchi can solve, and this aint it.
Try a Pot Noodle/Wagon Wheel combo. Nothing, but nothing, worse than a Foodie snob. Apart from one that supports Rovers. And smokes.