uh-ohhhh. 8 pages.
(thats one smart horse you must have)
Oh god what have i said
Do people here have a problem with Foxhunting?
Likewise. Not too hard, not too soft, just nice and FIRM.
The texture is everything.
Oh god what have i said
Do people here have a problem with Foxhunting?
LOL - I think that was the problem back then. Mum was firmly in the "boil-the-shit-out-of-them-until-the-water-turns-mushy-green" camp, whereas I rather like them lightly steamed and slightly crunchy in texture.
As kids- having the contents of a Cadbury's selection box for breakfast.
As adults- having the contents of a bottle of Bucks Fizz for breakfast.
Thankfully, as soon as I was old enough to protest, the family tradition of having to go on a long and tedious walk after lunch- and, more frustratingly, BEFORE present-opening time- was abandoned some years ago.
Oh god what have i said
Do people here have a problem with Foxhunting?
Presumably nowadays you get to to celebrate the birth of Santa by arresting pissheads beating the shit out of other pissheads who blame it all on Baby Jesus And His little Elves
You know what, I've only ever ended up working early shifts on Christmas Day, which are quality.
Nobody's that pissed in the morning, they're all revelling in their newly opened presents and looking forward to lunch, perhaps by taking a pleasant stroll along the seafront and greeting passers by with cheery seasonal tidings. The police officers of the city, meanwhile, are typically enjoying a festive fry up in the nick, followed by a casual wander along the prom to make sure none of the Christmas Day swimmers are drowning themselves down by the pier, and for once enjoying the goodwill of all those they meet on their travels. All at double timeThen it's home to the folks in time for a late Christmas dinner and a few well earned glasses of wine.
By the time the late shift starts, however, it's a rather different story. The kids are already bored with their presents, the cook has been insulted one too many times, everyone's starting to realise just how crap the BBC's festive programming schedule really is, the sherry is well and truly taking effect, and the 999 calls for domestics start to stream in.
Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la, la la la la....![]()