We are getting old!
Friday, Maz hosted a soiree at her gaff with Christmas drinks and nibbles. It was a grand evening with two fantastic dishes: home made sausage rolls (my mum can testify that they are just about my favourite snack food), and baby new potatoes wrapped in bacon. Wow. Damn good. We had wine. We had port and we even ventured into the territory known as Baileys. That is not to say that we had sexual relations with Chris. Because he ain’t gay. Or so he keeps saying
Saturday we all convened at the Varsity for some nice and healthy fried food. I couldn’t stomach any food so I handed my delicious breakfast over to Simon and just drank my orange juice and coffee (with a twirl). Afterwards a few of us ambled to Home Bargains to get some, er, Bargains for our, *cough* Home. We then went to Alex and Laurens house, did various movements resulting in hanging of decorations, and then went to pick up Maz. Then we did the whole transformers thing, (parents in disguise). We all transformed into our respective parents and rolled out. *cough* What I mean is that we went for a Saturday afternoon stroll with friends around a particularly nice part of Birmingham. It was called Clent Hills, and the pictures may be found here. Post walk we went back to our dwellings and did what ever people do in dwellings, and then ambled over to Alex and Lauren’s house for food, and a very macho and heterosexual evening of watching Strictly Come Dancing. *cough*. We had gnocchi and bacon in a white sauce (very tasty) then we made our own pizza’s with Alex’s sauce and dough. Now. If you have ever been in a pizza place and though “Why don’t they have pizzas with pineapple rings with mini scotch eggs in the middle with streaks of bacon and a generous helping of cheese on top?” I can confirm why. Because it tastes foul. Not chickeny, but really bad. Anyway, ambled home afterwards, read my book and crashed.



