I was going to the pub this dinnertime, but I thought - I'm off all week. There's plenty of time for that.
I think I'll stay at home, eat and drink plenty, and watch smoogy woogy xmas films with me slippers on and the heating on whilst munching chocolate and drinking frothing ale. The dog and the missus snoring in the armchair ( not the same armchair, I might add), Whilst I ponder the forthcoming wankeroonies at Argo this week, with our game tomorrow and Zaturday - lose these and shorly it's beef curtains for Del, gotta be.
Did I ever tell you about this caravan made out of cheese that I purchased in SW France? Or the time I altered the time on the watch of Alvin Stardust on a boat in Monaco during a swingers party?