Lasagne, the World's most perfect food.
Garfield said that, not Garfield Sobers, he would have been too busy playing cricket or doing stuff that cricketers do when they're not cricketing which may be eating lasagne, who knows, but the Garfield I am talking about is Garfield. Just Garfield. Don't think he had a surname. Jon did. Presumably. But not Garfield. Or Odie. Don't know what Jon's surname was, but maybe I'll find out before the end of this post. I'll get the reporters onto it. Anyway, I made a lasagne for tea tonight, bloody lovely it was. Wasn't really a lasagne as it had no meat. More like a Quornagne. I'm gonna write a vege-recipe book. A vegipe book. Using a slow cooker.
Slow cooked vegipes.
I was in Tesco earlier and there was some King Prawn and Avocado Sushi rolls on the
If it is the latter, then how did whoever put it on the shelf miss it? It's in big fucking letters on the front of the box just below the bit you have to rip off to display the goods. I could see it as walked briskly past. You can see it in the photograph, even though it's only very wee. Maybe it was someone who can't read. Or maybe someone who can't read English.
Bought some paint today. Big bastard tub of paint. Magnolia emulsion. It was a huge tub,
I hate painting. I think Liz is a bit pissed off too. The rest of the house needs decorating but I am only doing the office. Well for now anyhoo. You never know, I may get the bug and go the whole hog, do the whole bloody thing, top to bottom.
I once bought a lampshade. Most expensive lampshade I ever bought. It wasn't the lampshade that was dear, it was the fact that after buying the lampshade I then had to decorate the room the lampshade went in. Then the adjoining room had to be done followed swiftly by the rest of the downstairs. Then, of course, the hall, stairs and landing had to be done and in the end the WHOLE FUCKING HOUSE had to be re-decorated. Cost a bastard fortune.
Arbuckle, that's it, Jon Arbuckle.
Anyways, I'm off to cut me hair..............