Wonder if he's related to the cat on Rye Lane that seems to be attached to one of the fish shops. He flew at my dog yesterday (totally unprovoked). It was quite funny but I ended up having to kick him away until the owner came and restrained him. A mighty Spartan of a cat.
Dripping on toast the following morning. More healthy option is to line a cup with silver foil, pour hot fat into. Cool down in fridge then throw foil package out.
When I were a lass, the only reason to go to Brick Lane was to continue drinking at a curry establishment, after t'clubs were closed. Then tha'd go to a market to drink at dawn. Happy days.
I listened to it at work - was pretty hairy and rather satisfying. Sky aren't the only knobs - I've not forgiven the BBC yet for the B&H One Day Final years' ago. No 10, Joey Benjamin facing the last ball with one run needed for Surrey to win and BBC switched over to the opening hyperbole of Wimbledon.
Quids, love you dearly but that's a stupid post. You cannot tell by looking at someone if they have a disability or not. And they could have been to the gym for legitimate physio reasons.
I think I've found the flaw in stealing from Murdoch, Brendan. Apparently if I want to go on watching the Ire/WI match, I have to press the red button, otherwise I'll be stuck with Eng/Bang. Life's so tough sometimes.