Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
- a warm, comfy bed
- nice warm pyjamas
- beans on toast for brekky (with mushrooms, tomatoes, butterbeans, and balsamic vinegar! oh yes.)
- a copy of the observer (delivered to the door if poss)
- a big mug of warm vimto
- central heating (essential in order to feel even slightly nice about one's self early on a sunday morning)
- a big comfy settee
- a set of fairy lights in the window when it starts to get dark
- almost anything by autechre
- "17 seconds" by the cure (perfect if you are hungover and its raining)
- a phonecall to the folks to let them you know you survived the last week and the weekend
- surfing the web on the cheap (sob boo hoo! i WANT a new pc!!!! now!!!)
- "sing something simple" on the radio (hahaha )
yeah, i know it all sounds very 'wintery' and probably more than a little middle aged, but god dammit i'm only 29 and this is what i like about sundays
andymackem wrote:You can't be serious? Chicken breast coated in crisps?
try it you pseud espesh if you have nippers
Pseud? I prefer fop, if it's all the same to you.
And no, I don't have offspring. If I did I would train them to eat properly.
I can see a case for a crispy coating on a chicken, but flavoured crisps? Just strikes me as wrong on so many levels.
Cookies, for those who care, were good. Her ladyship is still stroppy, so I get to eat them all. That's why they're a good peace offering: I really can't lose!
did burgers, hot dogs, mushrooms and chicken breasts in a nice marinade (orange juice, honey, dark soy sauce) last night, tonight... the same, well it just tastes so damn good
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
toast, cheese (too many to choose, but let's say a strong and steamin' Lockerbie White Cheddar) and beans AKA a Cheesy Beano bliss
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
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espesh if you have nippers
