Red, red wine
Today I am mostly listening to: Rodrigo Y Gabriela – Tamacun
Ah, the pleasures of red wine (on a school night as well...) You’ll have to forgive me for the randomness (and possibly the bad spelling & grammar) of this blog, because I’ve probably drunk a little bit too much red wine on an empty stomach (mind you, there is a chicken/sweet potato concoction cooking in the oven, so that may not be my excuse for long...).
Well, I spoke to The Mrs about the weekend to forget, and as expected she pretty much laughed it off and put it down to her complete and utter wankeredness (I’m sure that’s not a proper word, but you know what I mean). The thing is, I couldn’t leave it alone, and certain events from that weekend kept going over & over in my mind. So me being me, I just had to bring it up.
Some times she just knows the perfect thing to say to me. I mentioned the conversation we’d had about her shagging the Poisoned Scot, and how she said the sex excellent. She replied with "but it would be nothing compared to the sex I have with you". I really don’t know what I expected, but I certainly didn’t expect that reply. Bless her, I really do love her.
Anyway, we’re off to see England v Argentina at the weekend. So I can only hope that we do a bit better than we did last weekend against New Zealand. I watched the whole game (in between putting a peppered beef casserole in the oven for the parentals and doing the washing up), and although we (as in England) lost by a record margin, I honestly didn’t think we played that bad. Certainly not bad enough for that score line. Anyway, we’re going with a South African, so I really hope she doesn’t decide to support Argentina for the day (although she has already threatened to buy a Puma’s rugby shirt & you know what these Southern hemisphere types are like). It’s not that I’m particularly patriotic or anything, but I hope England actually manage win this one.
Even a prop managed to score (or was it a hooker *snigger*)
And in other news, my lovely Carrera Subway 1 is going in for a service this weekend. And bloody hell does it need it. Only had it 6 weeks and the front and back breaks are sticking, and the chain has fallen off. But despite all that, I still love my bike.
In todays spam corner Jack Sawyer mentions mumble adrenaline (wasn't he in Lost?), Dobbin Gallegos says piously covered, Joe Thurman announces motherboard tingling, Clarence Wilcox wants me to know about tube pep talk, and Rosalind Spencer says glittering meddler. Oh, the joy of spam mail.
Ah, the pleasures of red wine (on a school night as well...) You’ll have to forgive me for the randomness (and possibly the bad spelling & grammar) of this blog, because I’ve probably drunk a little bit too much red wine on an empty stomach (mind you, there is a chicken/sweet potato concoction cooking in the oven, so that may not be my excuse for long...).
Well, I spoke to The Mrs about the weekend to forget, and as expected she pretty much laughed it off and put it down to her complete and utter wankeredness (I’m sure that’s not a proper word, but you know what I mean). The thing is, I couldn’t leave it alone, and certain events from that weekend kept going over & over in my mind. So me being me, I just had to bring it up.
Some times she just knows the perfect thing to say to me. I mentioned the conversation we’d had about her shagging the Poisoned Scot, and how she said the sex excellent. She replied with "but it would be nothing compared to the sex I have with you". I really don’t know what I expected, but I certainly didn’t expect that reply. Bless her, I really do love her.
Anyway, we’re off to see England v Argentina at the weekend. So I can only hope that we do a bit better than we did last weekend against New Zealand. I watched the whole game (in between putting a peppered beef casserole in the oven for the parentals and doing the washing up), and although we (as in England) lost by a record margin, I honestly didn’t think we played that bad. Certainly not bad enough for that score line. Anyway, we’re going with a South African, so I really hope she doesn’t decide to support Argentina for the day (although she has already threatened to buy a Puma’s rugby shirt & you know what these Southern hemisphere types are like). It’s not that I’m particularly patriotic or anything, but I hope England actually manage win this one.
Even a prop managed to score (or was it a hooker *snigger*)
And in other news, my lovely Carrera Subway 1 is going in for a service this weekend. And bloody hell does it need it. Only had it 6 weeks and the front and back breaks are sticking, and the chain has fallen off. But despite all that, I still love my bike.
In todays spam corner Jack Sawyer mentions mumble adrenaline (wasn't he in Lost?), Dobbin Gallegos says piously covered, Joe Thurman announces motherboard tingling, Clarence Wilcox wants me to know about tube pep talk, and Rosalind Spencer says glittering meddler. Oh, the joy of spam mail.
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