I'll let you into a little secret for NOTHING
that day was a f***ing brilliant day out
nice breaks between the hot weather, great picnic (natch), splendid company (fpr those around me), Mushy magic (7/72), Warne baiting (crabs in a barrel).
we're gonna win this fucker again for one reason...
When dining al fresco I only get with pork products augmented with egg
Gala Pie: tick
Scotch Egg: tick
Eggs Benedict: tick
sausage roll: get thee behind me*
*not as part of some bizarre sexual act**
** unless it really is the biggest sausage roll I'll ever see
I'm there tomorrow
I'll do it as a freebie
and by about 1.30pm I reckon I'll be a loquatious expert on f***ing everything
AND I might have some gala pie left
And maybe a very, very small amount of gin
back to the childish names bit has anyone proposed "Dankyshire" yet?
oooh Danky Danky
Anyways, glad that we lasted the day as I'm there tomorrow for what will probably be the last time I see the most talented sporrtsman of my lifetime in the (ample) flesh.
He may be a fat Aussie wanker but...