Over the weekend David aka freedom of choice text me to ask how I was getting on and that he might be in the area today so if timing ok would try and pop in for a cuppa! Well it panned out ok and good on him, popped round for a brew and a chat, shame he had to beat the traffic and his old bladder can't take more than a cup otherwise we could of chewed the fat a little longer.... Really did break up my boring afternoon 'working at home' And for anyone who says my dog isn't trained she kicked him straight in the balls within two mins if coming thought the front door! Good Lexi dog been working on her new trick all morning! Good to see ya mate, next time though in town for a diff kind of brew
Bleddy hell... I think I saw him once too... clouded in french fag smoke and the whiff of lager.... Outside a pub in Southwark... I swear it was him though. Or, it may have been a unicorn
You try and do something nice and what do you get, a kick in the balls. I am glad I forgot to give you the grapes, very nice they were too. Both of you can rearrange these words: yourself fook Go.
