Tell us something really trivial about your life (vol 24)
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I am currently occupying a zero biscuit environment.
Wouldn't turn down a custard cream right now, I can tell you.
And mobile curry lady is on holiday so no sustenance from her either.
Could be a trip to the local garage for some Rustlers style microwavable food sluttery. Don't judge me.
Wouldn't turn down a custard cream right now, I can tell you.
And mobile curry lady is on holiday so no sustenance from her either.
Could be a trip to the local garage for some Rustlers style microwavable food sluttery. Don't judge me.
Mr Roper said:
captainzep said:
Could be a trip to the local garage for some Rustlers style microwavable food sluttery. Don't judge me.
You're in good company. I like 'em....Although I rarely have one as I don't want people to think I'm a sad loser.Adenauer said:
Hmm 
Should that be:Mr Roper said:
You're in good company. I like 'em....Although I rarely have one own up to craving them as I don't want people to think I'm a sad loser.
one n all.
t load of thread kills.
Oh and, Italy, I didn't like it.
Yes yes, lovely landscape and all that but!
Strange feeding times, tiny, bumpy roads, mentally retarded drivers, properly mental.
One evening we went up to the village to eat and as we don't speakadalingo, had a 'we'll park there' moment, it was an underground carpark so we thought we'd be fine.
Dressed in our shorts and T-Shirts we wandered into a local restaurant, ordered some grub and then returned to the carpark to find it locked, not only locked but also the roller shutter door was closed.
Oh well, let's wander down to the Villa and I'll get the car in the morning. Hmm, well, we could do that, if the keys to the Villa weren't in the car
It was getting dark, and bloody cold. Did I mention the shorts and T-Shirts?
Right, let's find a Police station. Found it, 'sorry Mr Carbinerie, me no speaka Italian'.
'Sorry Mr Fat tourist, me no speaka English'.
FECK
We eventually had to call the owner of the Villa to come and collect us with a spare set of keys and drive us to the Villa, by now it was 11pm, the wife and kids were freezing and I was sent up the hill to get the car the next morning as a penance.
Moral of the story is, go on holiday where you speak the language, if you don't and you get in a pickle, it's your own stupid fault in the first place
Yes yes, lovely landscape and all that but!
Strange feeding times, tiny, bumpy roads, mentally retarded drivers, properly mental.
One evening we went up to the village to eat and as we don't speakadalingo, had a 'we'll park there' moment, it was an underground carpark so we thought we'd be fine.
Dressed in our shorts and T-Shirts we wandered into a local restaurant, ordered some grub and then returned to the carpark to find it locked, not only locked but also the roller shutter door was closed.
Oh well, let's wander down to the Villa and I'll get the car in the morning. Hmm, well, we could do that, if the keys to the Villa weren't in the car
It was getting dark, and bloody cold. Did I mention the shorts and T-Shirts?
Right, let's find a Police station. Found it, 'sorry Mr Carbinerie, me no speaka Italian'.
'Sorry Mr Fat tourist, me no speaka English'.
FECK
We eventually had to call the owner of the Villa to come and collect us with a spare set of keys and drive us to the Villa, by now it was 11pm, the wife and kids were freezing and I was sent up the hill to get the car the next morning as a penance.
Moral of the story is, go on holiday where you speak the language, if you don't and you get in a pickle, it's your own stupid fault in the first place
Mr Roper said:
You're in good company. I like 'em....Although a rarely have one as I don't want people to think I'm a sad loser.
I bought a bag of apples, and a jar of coffee and just slipped a Rustlers double cheeseburger between them so that other people couldn't see it as I paid. -Officially the 'Razzle' of foodstuffs.Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff