Tell us something really trivial about your life (Vol 28)
Discussion
Having already moved nearly 4000 exercise books up 2 flights of stairs with a dumb waiter that has to be pulled by hand, no laughing at the back, I am bloody starving too, what will be the surprise on the trolley this morning? As long as it is not Doris from accounts again we will be alright.
Banjo? Oh, it's a name that originated in the Armed Forces.
Egg banjo, bacon banjo, sausage banjo, there's lots of variety...
I think the rule is that it must have runny egg in it.
I was once offered a lamb banjo without egg. Mind, that was in Cyprus so maybe they had a different rule there.
Or maybe there was just a shortage of eggs? Not sure, but it was nice anyhow
Egg banjo, bacon banjo, sausage banjo, there's lots of variety...
I think the rule is that it must have runny egg in it.
I was once offered a lamb banjo without egg. Mind, that was in Cyprus so maybe they had a different rule there.
Or maybe there was just a shortage of eggs? Not sure, but it was nice anyhow
Bobberoo99 said:
As an aside a "mate" of mine tore his while entertaining his "lady friend", apparently there was so much blood he thought he'd had an "accident!!
Oh Good God that's a different thing altogether chap.I certainly wouldn't want to see any pictures. As I mentioned yesterday, the Chief Constable still has a look in occasionally and we don't want to get involved any more litigation.
Not this close to the end of the volume, anyway.
PostHeads123 said:
I want to leave my misses as she drinks too much but can't as we have a 16 month old son so I need to pretend its all ok so I can make sure he is safe.
Very sad place to be mate, while I understand about your son, living a lie will only make the situation worse. Have you tried discussing it with her? Maybe getting her help? Good luck with it all.Day off today. All I have to do is drive Mrs C to Norton Canes Services to do a Checkpoint Charlie type exchange where my son-in-law takes her and I get a sandwich and a bag of Hula Hoops. Then I drive to West London to meet my bro who has put a deposit on a Cayman and wants a second opinion before he parts with thirty trillion quid. Then adjourn to a hostelry, then drive home in the later stages of the rush hour. My day off will commence about 11 o'clock tonight.
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