Might go bed
Feb.15. 1925 - Upon retiring to my lodgings for long due slumber, I received a telegram advising of certain festivities being held on the Tottenham Court Road, whence a company of my colleagues and associates had resolved to rest and imbibe a variety of refreshments.
‘Blast!’ I was heard to exclaim - my prior arrangements to lie low and enjoy a simple meal of pasta and wines in said lodgings lay tattered before my very eyes and flung from the window in a burst of depravity that had heretofore eluded me this day.
I stepped out the door into the cool London night, and got royally fucked on whisky.
beautiful.
In fookin’ Chorlton. Where the fuck is that?
Chorlton.
Did moussee make you go there? It’ll be fun on a Saturday night, you’ll be fine
I like Dulcimer in Chorlton.
Hate it when I go to the main page and it’s just my red avatar everywhere chatting shite
At a sikent disco in Chorlton. Don’t even know where that is. It’s in some old house. Just had a bit of Prince
Love a bit of prince
Had one of the best meals of my life tonight thanks for asking.
It’s been awesome. Got The Flavour Thesauras, some trainers and a coat, Seinfeld boxset, Meet Me In The Bathroom and Beatles Trivial Pursuit. Also this
I’m in that sweet spot where I’m a bit knobbed but know I’ll be fine tomorrow and I’ve called it a day and everything’s brilliant.
ratio of fruits de la mer?
Take it to the knobbed thread m9
1x plaice fillet
1x haddock fillet
2x crab claws
4x langoustine
Prawns
Mackerel paté
2x massive squid rings
Coleslaw
Salad
Crudités
Olives
So about 65/35