Monday 21 October – Food
Food is a pain already. We’re self-catering, and we’ve got excellent facilities. We’ve got a grill, oven, microwave, fridge, and freezer. We’ve got frying pans, and saucepans. But still, food is a bit of a pain.
Monday 21 October – Food
Food is a pain already. We’re self-catering, and we’ve got excellent facilities. We’ve got a grill, oven, microwave, fridge, and freezer. We’ve got frying pans, and saucepans. But still, food is a bit of a pain.
Sometimes it amazes me how quickly my mood can change. An hour ago, I was fine. Continue reading Pasta and shouting
No, I’m not hiring a prostitute to roleplay as Jesus (there’s a disturbing thought). No, this was my reaction, after I walked into a chip shop 10 minutes ago, considered the pre-fried items relaxing in the “magic-warm-box” section (including some battered fish and a variety of non-battered sausages), and went “I’ll have the fish and chips”.
Immediately, they start on the upsell. “Large fish and chips, sir?” Continue reading “Jesus! How much?!”