i like fridays.
it's the beginning of the weekend.
indian take-away night.
plus i don't have to think much about my blog.
i just slap on a few iphone pics.
so, here goes...
from my trip to cerne abbas. i couldn't get a decent shot of the chalk giant
so i had to make do with this photo of a sign in the village centre.
this was when i had a coffee with the boss last week.
having a chat with the boss is hard work for me. i start telling stories then
realise half-way through that they have no punchline.
sorry the boss.
part of the menu from a restaurant i went to last week.
i try not to slate things on my blog but i would have to say if you're ever in
nw1 and fancy a meal where the ...
you know what, i can hardly be bothered naming and shaming the place
but if you ever sit down for a meal in a strange looking restaurant, look at the menu
and you see this...
just get up and walk out.
sock club meeting at no.26 last friday
with the cold hearted stare of a killer.
with no remorse.
finalhome boxes up his own brother before sending him away from n7.