Friday night and I’m shattered from the working week.
Mrs. B is in the bath with loads of bubbles, both in the bath and in her glass.
I’m cooking pasta, with a thick, sticky ragu.
I have a particularly good Chilean Cab Sav on the go.
Sufjan is filling the house with Chicago vibes.
What’s cooking in your gaff?
The Missus is working late, so me and the four yr old mini-me are chopping up potatoes, a multi-coloured mix of peppers and some sausage to bake in the oven for approx 30 minutes while knocking back a bottle of…Steffi Lager ?… it´s nice. Kurt Vile´s ” B`lieve im going down” is on the speakers…
We’re trying to empty the freezer of bits n bobs, so Mr B is having flounders, and I’ve got a calamari, scampi and fries combo. Arctic Roll later, after Top Of The Pops.
Is an Arctic Roll the ice-cream-based dessert, or a bit of alfresco fun in the chilly dark?
I knew it would be you.
Arctic Roll……*gazes off into a far, distant, seventies haze*
Is this a reaction to mini’s reference or mine?
Mini’s, I’m afraid, Moose. The ice-cream based comestible has been known to send me into raptures.
Dude, it’s the sponge. Or rather it’s the combination of ice cream and sponge. Two textures… it’s like witchcraft.
Yup. In day’s gone by, you’d have been drowned for even looking at one. Witchcraft indeed.
Mr B is having flounders
What a thing to have for tea!
Arctic roll, the dessert round as
Round things, nice work Mrs B!
(sung to the tune of Men of Harlech)
Nothing.
Long week at work, followed by shopping results in Friday Night dinner of Cheeseburger and Chips from the friendly neighbourhood Grease Wagon.
Now being checking my neck for holes with a freezing cold Leffe
(other beers are available, and will most likely be poured down my throat tonight)
Just been for a nice swim and sauna at the gym (the only above=board sauna in Leith, as I like to think of it). I think tonight’s listening will be the latest Grateful Dead Dave’s Picks, which has arrived this week. Possibly followed by the first Savages album.
You had to ask tonight? I’ve made some tasty meals this week but a lack of organisation and working late means that tonight we had beans on toast. Very tasty though. A selection of Williams Bros beers, courtesy of Aldi, will wash it down.
I had Christmas pudding today. No kidding.
Ace, it was.
Jeez, Moose, you know how to live!
I had double cream with it and all.
Terrifying calorie intake is for life, not just for Christmas.
How is it possible that I now love you more than I did before?
Let’s run away together.
I’m not up to running, can we just waddle?
Never mind Arctic Roll.
Usually my dinner would be sweet potato wedges or some kind of soup.
But tonight I am flying solo with a sandwich and several strong beers in a bar in a town in the actual Arctic Circle.
I’m on me holidays 🙂
Cool!
(as it were)
Shame you’re flying solo, or you could have a real Arctic roll.
Brrrrr.
I was gonna say the night is young. But up there it probably started in September.
There is somedaylight.
But the nights are best, mainly because of the dancing green lights 🙂
But it is insanely cold. I’m wearing so many layers I’m nearly as wide as I am tall.
Hey me too!
And I’m wearing nothing but a smile!
Flat tyre on the way home tonight. Had to change it in the mud and the rain and the dark.
Arse, it was.
Refreshment being taken, so tyre troubles receding. Ant. Phillips’s Slow Dance going on right now, like a comfort blanket.
Sorry about the flatie, Martin, but well done for the Ant Phillips!
Jesus! Is this the most simpering thread I’ve ever read in my fucking life? And, I bet you lot are the first to sneer at the face book brigade, who post twee pictures and gushing comments about this afternoons pork chop and the family kitten pulling a funny face. I feel violated, like I’ve been sucked into a marshmallow black hole and shat out into a fluffy marzipan alternate universe made of melted syrup sponge. Man up. All of you. For Christ sake!
LOL can I say LOL
I’m glad you came away from lurking – keep it up(;
Here’s a guy who knows how to man up.
http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg53/Carlos_Munoz/Franco2.jpg
*attaches fake penis*
….to what?
Mmm, melted syrup sponge.
No, there’s no way that penis is gonna stay attached to that.
I’m no engineer, mind.
Wotcher NB
I’m in Valencia with Ms Nog and Nogsmall the smallest and most dismissive.
We’re looking for a retirement gaff and so not cooking tonight. Just got back from an evening of paella which ended up in a game of dominos with a large crowd watching Nogsmall and cheering on his every domino slap.
I’m sure my resemblance to Gary Neville in the dark helped.
See you at the Is for Leicester’s bestest band Diesel Park West ?
Hope so
COYS
Hey, mate. Have a great trip. I’ll see you for a few beers and talking bollocks before DPW. Last Sunday, eh? How good was that feeling? COYS