The Most Beautiful Piece Of Chocolate Cake You Have Ever Seen
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I Feel Terrible I Look Terrible I’m Fifty Fucking Five
Yesterday was one of my Birthdays
It was early but the temperature was already climbing into the mid 30's so I switched on the garden misting thingy as the church bells rang out 8 AM.
Misty Buff
The bells reminded me of my dad's funeral who died at 55 on my 31st birthday. Note to self: I am still alive, don't get smug.
Bish Bash Bosh
I decided to make mayonnaise with garlic, alioli, sod Hellmanns. The picture is not the finished article, just the garlic you understand.
Time for A Latch Lifter
POV of feet and filthy kitchen floor, nice
I am wearing a Jellaba made from an old sheet. I feel and look like a psychedelic hammock: Pillock.
The Alioli is to go with this
for breakfast
I am not pictured, or am I?
A bit weird all this, as it was Fruits De Mer with Chablis and Alioli, which may originate from Provence, so it's bloody French. Still it's all in the EU init? Actually it felt oddly exotic. I might try Fish & Chips soon.
One is now, as I write this the next day, horribly hungover. After Brexifast I sauntered on to a swimming pool bar, and subsequently a series of drinking houses of questionable quality, finally arriving back at breakfast this very morning to another Latch Lifter.
I am now taking this for Gout
As True Today As It’s Always Been
Former Mexican President Vicente Fox
Found My Tipple
In Brexitlandia there are a lot of novelty named wines like “Old Git.” They are all by and large rubbish drinks but are popular amongst people who like whoopie Cushions.
Anyhow this local Spanish wine is not supposed to be amusing or descriptive but it might as well be both. I drank it and felt funnier after the second bottle.
It's name is Terrible
The fellow in the background resembles yours truly and that Tesco “Value” Scotch Whisky was bought in Soho for about 5 Quid when Tesco where denying claims that they lured customers in with cheap booze. Again, a terrible drink and I had to fight through a hysterical flash mob of Soho Street Drinkers to get my sweaty trembling palms on it.
Dessert Storm?
It rained last week for the first time in a very long time, but it rained mostly beautifully colored sand from the Sahara, which felt rather exotic, or interplanetary. I had dreams of walking on Mars
Steps to Terrace
Not a Rothko
