Sprillian

Dat cream. Dat butter. No austerity der.

Samples of the vegan cake, and very un-vegan soup I'm making this evening. Dat cream, dat butter. Dat...vegan spread. Oh, and a glass (bottle) of Barolo with cheese and crackers.

Cheese and wine* *Babybell and a Chianti that was on offer.

That's a pretty tidy looking burger! I've never eaten a BK burger, I'd give that a go though (maybe minus the barbecue sauce).

Cup o Lapsang Souchong with a bit of Derbyshire honey in it. And sum grapes.

Impromptu family gathering. Parents' fridge stops working. Answer: EAT ALL OF THE THINGS (plus drink all of the wine to wash it down). Had to go lie down and rest my bulging gut. A restless night's sleep, sweating like Peter Andre on Countdown, followed. And now I have to go to work.

Ooh I bought one of these for t'other half last night. I struggle with beer but gave this one a try and it was lovely. At seven quid a bottle you'd fucking hope so.

Err, you could say that. His Arkestra was more of a following, not unlike Fela Kuti. Surprised Spiral didn't show you Space Is The Place when you were here.

Fuuk I just looked them up. That Sombrero contains lots of my favourite things. Watercress and stilton, dayum.

Thread needs more Sun Ra http://youtu.be/UINN_bQzCPE

Cup of Lapsang Souchong and a cigarette. Smokey success.

Dem kittens have what's coming to em. Dirty furry gremlins. Oh wait...

Also, where's BCM? *checks burger thread*

is a good song title maybe...? Lol forgot about this. And yes. For some reason Fushitsusha came to mind.

She can have a few more if she likes. In approx 14 weeks. P.s. Nice pic MC

Brrrrr. Still drunk at 9am. I faintly remember my dad trying to teach me some line dancing whilst having a surprisingly animated conversation about chicken. The dancing didn't go too well, he was more interested in showing off his "moves" than teaching. I knew it was time for bed when I decided to shed light on the irony of said father - who is very right wing - merrily leaping about the kitchen to Irish songs about oppression from us English snakes.

Sesame crackers, noice. Got some stilton and gruyere in the fridge for later on... The lighter was for my pre and post meal cigarettes.

Absolutely this. I always put it on after a few months break and think after a few tracks - 'Woah, this is excellent - why don't I listen to it more'. This is how I am with BOC in general; I listen to them and think "This is nice, I should listen to BOC more often." And then a few months go by, and the cycle continues.

Good album, still my least favourite (after Oversteps)...

Decent enough album, but not overwhelming.

Felt like this deserved a bump due to my awesome breakfast: smoked salmon, watercress salad. I griddle pan-fried the mushroom in leftover lamb fat. Gin and tonic and ciggy for afters.

Sprillian, this sounds completely abhorrent. I have done these stock count things in the past where the stock takers have been a bunch of bastards and I've had a late finish, only to get up early the next day to go back there after being up late counting their shit. I got measly wages for it as well (this was 2003 and i got time and a half). The company was a well known electrical retailer. I know them as Cuntys. They were so lazy, and inaccurate. I like to think if I was a stock taker, I would be the most efficient, accurate one around, but they just didn't give a shit. Didn't get paid any more for doing it either. lol don't come to Vancouver in the winter then. what about Montreal? Besides all the quebecois, it's a fine place. lol ikr. literally every Quebecois person I've known or met has been a super anal proto-hipster. it's in their blood or something. Friend of mine from Vancouver went to Montreal to study, I fear she has turned this way also.

Just got home after a twelve hour shift overseeing my shop's stock take. It's 2am and I'm due back at work at 8am. These particular stock counters were absolutely fucking awful as well. On the plus side, my taxi driver didn't have a pen to write me a receipt so gave me blank one, so at least I can claim back a few extra quid from petty cash for my trouble.

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