Soon it will be autumn and there will be leaves to swish through, and chestnuts to roast, and cosy evenings in front of the fire, and SO MUCH ANGER WHEN WE DRAW WITH LEICESTER!
I can't wait.
Be nice to get these ****ty friendlies and transfer crap out the way and crack on imo.Originally Posted by Sir C
Soon it will be autumn and there will be leaves to swish through, and chestnuts to roast, and cosy evenings in front of the fire, and SO MUCH ANGER WHEN WE DRAW WITH LEICESTER!
I can't wait.
Btw, nothing exciting to report back from yesterdays boozing, bit boring really
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
I was hoping 11 pints of Stella and a large doner would produce an amusing tale or two, bb.Be nice to get these ****ty friendlies and transfer crap out the way and crack on imo.
Btw, nothing exciting to report back from yesterdays boozing, bit boring really
You could just make some stuff up. No, wait, remember this morning when you told me you shít in a nun's lap? LOOOOOL!
Ah yes. Although I hate elements of Winter, you can't really beat it for cuisine. I'm utterly bored of salads and and hanker for a good, hearty beef and ale stew, or perhaps a Moroccan lamb tagine made with Ras Al HanoutSoon it will be autumn and there will be leaves to swish through, and chestnuts to roast, and cosy evenings in front of the fire, and SO MUCH ANGER WHEN WE DRAW WITH LEICESTER!
I can't wait.
Make sure there's no fúcking fruit in that tagine. They're mad for it, Morrocans. Dried apricots and some other shít. Utterly dire.Ah yes. Although I hate elements of Winter, you can't really beat it for cuisine. I'm utterly bored of salads and and hanker for a good, hearty beef and ale stew, or perhaps a Moroccan lamb tagine made with Ras Al Hanout
Preserved lemons
Preserved lemons are good. I made another batch last weekend.
They're not fruit though, by any stretch of the imagination.
Those Moroccan bástards stitched me up when they told me I had to try their famous national dish of pigeon pie. When I tasted the pastilla I was surprised to note that the covering of white stuff on top was fúcking sugar. Pigeon pie with fúcking sugar.
And you ask me why I'm bitter?
You deserve everything you get including in this case food poisoning.
Pigeon fúcking pie you dirty Dutch fúcker.
Kindly moderate your language. You're not dealing with riff-raff here, you know.
How could he mention food poisoning so soon C? How? The brute
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
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