Work week was quiet as several colleagues are on holiday. Somehow the week flew by, though, and I feel like I got quite a lot done. Weekend has been chores I’ve been actively avoiding. Result is a fixed shower and sharp kitchen knives, which is nice.
I went to my favourite butchers on Friday. I probably should not be allowed there unsupervised: pork ribs, brisket, sirloin steaks and burgers. The ribs are going to the BBQ shortly and brisket is in sous vide for tomorrow.
I took the dogs for a swim earlier. Their pure joy and enthusiasm jumping in to fetch the ball is special!
No, you misunderstand. While leisurely going down the station stairs, minding their own business, there was this idiot who brushed past and promptly made a somersault, probably injuring themselves even though they walked away as if nothing happened.
Wife and I had a brilliant long weekend in Belfast. Def Leppard and Extreme on Friday at Belsonic, and live blues rock performances all around the city centre throughout the weekend. We visited the Titanic museum, which was very interesting, and sampled a good few pubs too.
What would be the English version of Aryans, in the Nazi Germany sense and not the origin of the term? That’s what this Charlie Clowns, sorry, Downes character seems to be aspiring to.
I’m deliberately saying English. I’m sure the Scots, Welsh and Northern Irish have their fair share of idiots, but to me the proportion of genuine knobheads in England seems to be much higher. Admittedly, I live in the English AFL/UKIP/Brexit/Reform heartland, which might skew my view somewhat. Still, they are knobheads the lot.
Both the American and rest of the world versions of their respective ball games are played on foot, as opposed to polo that is played riding a horse. The latter was originally invented by Ralph Lauren, as commemorated in ubiquitous t-shirts with a gentlemanly collar.
Work week was quiet as several colleagues are on holiday. Somehow the week flew by, though, and I feel like I got quite a lot done. Weekend has been chores I’ve been actively avoiding. Result is a fixed shower and sharp kitchen knives, which is nice.
Can we all give some appreciation to the author of that headline.
Why is he beating a sleeping ass?
So, trump card.
I went to my favourite butchers on Friday. I probably should not be allowed there unsupervised: pork ribs, brisket, sirloin steaks and burgers. The ribs are going to the BBQ shortly and brisket is in sous vide for tomorrow.
I took the dogs for a swim earlier. Their pure joy and enthusiasm jumping in to fetch the ball is special!
My week closed in a great way as we visited friends who have four puppies. The cuteness was off the scale!
I’ve also had very quiet week at work as so many of our team are on holiday.
He might get binned this time.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year
Hopefully your ankle isn’t too bad.
No, you misunderstand. While leisurely going down the station stairs, minding their own business, there was this idiot who brushed past and promptly made a somersault, probably injuring themselves even though they walked away as if nothing happened.
Brazil v Norway
He is clearly allergic to cats. Cats can’t resist allergic people. Source self.
Wife and I had a brilliant long weekend in Belfast. Def Leppard and Extreme on Friday at Belsonic, and live blues rock performances all around the city centre throughout the weekend. We visited the Titanic museum, which was very interesting, and sampled a good few pubs too.
How was your week?
If you’ve heard the language spoken to you as a child, you might be surprised by your ability to learn it.
In a heatwave the Tube is just about the last place I’d want to be.
Clearly people don’t understand: we simply didn’t brexit hard enough. /s
Past week was good, topped up by a nice weekend. Next few days look to be rather hot. Stay safe, folks!
What would be the English version of Aryans, in the Nazi Germany sense and not the origin of the term? That’s what this Charlie Clowns, sorry, Downes character seems to be aspiring to.
I’m deliberately saying English. I’m sure the Scots, Welsh and Northern Irish have their fair share of idiots, but to me the proportion of genuine knobheads in England seems to be much higher. Admittedly, I live in the English AFL/UKIP/Brexit/Reform heartland, which might skew my view somewhat. Still, they are knobheads the lot.
Both the American and rest of the world versions of their respective ball games are played on foot, as opposed to polo that is played riding a horse. The latter was originally invented by Ralph Lauren, as commemorated in ubiquitous t-shirts with a gentlemanly collar.