SteveT

I now have bread, too.

cat

Moos wrote: (eughwwwhsdlghhag;gj) Yes Moos, absolutely I can't argue with that;-)

Red Rum each way;-)

tom

you are such a wordsmith Peckhamgatecrasher.;-)

BREAD

Bless you

Jah Lush wrote:If I was to confess my sins we'd be here to Doomsday. According to the bankers that may not be far away Jah;-)

My steak is lying in the fridge for almost week and just before it goes off, then cook it, and yes the quality does matter I prefer a sirloin too.

Cassius she had two children now adults, so no we did not put her off for life inspite of our best attempts. My sister is twelve years my senior so she had to play 'mum' to my brother and I, and she hated this chore as my brother was the most difficult, and older by 2 years so he engineered the hand-cuffing, the key in the cat box, and the escape. I of course was an ardent follower but generally considered to be less of a trial but by no means perfect.

laughter

Easy peasy jumpinjack, full heat under the pan add a little oil and when it smokes drop in the steak and let it spit fat spray all over the hob unless you have a gauze wire thingy to put on to the pan. When 2 minutes have passed turn down the heat to about half wait 1 minute and turn the heat full on, turn the steak with your fork let it spit hot fat again and smoke the kitchen out and in a minute or two, remove and eat. It will be burned both sides and remain red in the middle. The hob will need hosing down the kitchen and your clothes will now stink of burnt steak and you will have to open the window to see, but you will eat like a king. Good man;-)

Barrells

Jah Lush wrote:She's a deranged old slapper Not doing too bad for a one legged, strident, deranged old slapper though. Isn't it time divorce settlements were reconsidered? Who believes this amount of money can be justified other than Heather? Wouldn't it be more appropriate for each individual to take out what they put in?

tavern

museum

heaven is homemade soups bread quiche Apple or any Berry pie Hell is stuff dished up in front of you, around a table full of people talking loudly, who know each other but not you, and the food is over salted, greasy and cold, which includes turkey twizzlers, badly cooked offal and tapioca pudding.

This place is rubbish for pulling. We singles would be better off with a horse and saddle and a lassoo;-) Yippee. I shall ride round to somerfield and find me a woman to lassoo and hog tie, and haul her up on to my saddle..........sounds exhausting. Dang me, there must be an easier way.

Fascinating historical stuff, well done Huguenot

Brendan wrote:

My brother and I hand cuffed my sisters new boyfriend with his own cuffs (a railway policeman) and ran out of the house and threw the key into the cat box as we ran past into the streets to hide. We were rounded up sometime later by my mother who was spitting feathers, and my sister vowed and swore she would never have kids.

Well I am not giving up mushrooms just because no one likes 'em they are like sprouts you have got to eat them cos' it's Christmas:)

I'm with moos annaj and atila;-) I don't understand why you are being so (6) abrasive either spadetownboy

Why when I was a lad I would have given my right arm for a plateful o'mushrooms. If thou were 'ungry thy would 'av' eaten t' plate, and no mistake, or no misteak. The youngest one of my daughters, also picks out all the mushrooms too, the little tyke.