Reply With QuoteHe probably watches Saturday Night Takeaway but can never remember which one is Art and which one is DecoOriginally Posted by Sir C
I haven't h, no. I'm not really into musicals. I enjoyed Top Hat a couple of years ago, but that was because the glw and I decided on a fully art deco themed weekend, so we stayed at The Savoy, went to see Top Hat, then had a late supper at The Delaunay, and it all felt like we were in 1934.
Do you ever enjoy art deco-themed weekends, h?
He probably watches Saturday Night Takeaway but can never remember which one is Art and which one is Deco
I took my children to the cinema two weekends ago, because of the gender split of course they cannot agree to see the same film and it was my turn to go with the 9 year old daughter.
Off they go to see the new Marvel movie, bang on.
Imagine my horror when our movie started with a song, and continued with more songs, essentially a musical. Hugh Jackman. The Greatest Showman.
Fúck me. I wasn’t even hungover in which case I could have just nodded off.
I dan cope with musicals about musicians, if you see what I mean. I saw 'Piaf' at the theatre, essentially the life story of Edith Piaf interspersed with performances of her sings. All well and good. But when you get two people having breakfast and a chat and an orchestra starts playing and they burst into song, I find my suspension of disbleief suspended, if you get my meaning.
And I didn't even have to get out of the car...
No wonder I weigh 90kgs
“Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.”
90 kg is fine, i.And I didn't even have to get out of the car...
No wonder I weigh 90kgs
Assuming you're 7' 6", naturally.
5ft and 10 of your imperial inches, sc.
Still, it makes me difficult to knock off the ball at 5-a-side. :everycloud:
“Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.”
Blimey, i. That is carrying a bit of timber. I was 90 kg when I decided enough was enough, and went down to 75 kg. And I'm 6' 1".
Come now, dear chap. Does mrs i deserve to be sweateded upon by a mountain of blubber? Let's exercise a little self-discipline.
I play football once a week. 1 hour of 5 a side where, my little 'wearable tech' informs me I do, on average, 6000+ steps.
Run up the hill at the end of my street, three times a week (3/4 of a mile run). Walk back down then run back up.
All whilst my pulse rate never gets higher than around 90 bpm.
I suppose it is the lager and curry diet that does the damage. Life is fúcking cruel, sc.
“Other clubs never came into my thoughts once I knew Arsenal wanted to sign me.”
Sadly, the effort of exercise is much less effective than simply avoiding calories.
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