Me, Chris, Jessica and Leanne...
The true sign of a good snakky session...inappropriate embraces
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Having taken the plunge and made the permanent move from England to New Zealand, this website (not blog, hate that word) was born out of sheer bone idleness. Emailing people to tell them what I was up to over here sounded like far too much effort. Now the effort is squarely on the shoulders of my readers who have to trawl through regular tales of drunken nights out and quiz questions. Enjoy...
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Owen, you drunken clutz
Welcome back.
bacardi and coke? not sure of the current hetero rating on that one, but the VBs will even it all out in the wash.
That shanes a big lad though
... and if its king of the bays, shoudl they not have been disqualified on a technacality?
or am i just an outdated conservative chauvenist. still, well done ladies.
You wear that green top quite a lot on nights out. I think it's your lucky pulling shirt.
MM/Donnie boys/anyone else - Can you confirm this, based on your experiences?
evidence from this very blog
here
Bozzley - never trust a skinny chef.... Shane's a brilliant chef... you'll have to come over and try his food.
Lunt, it's true, I have to admit it - I do sometimes where the same shirt out on different occasions. As for it's record as a pulling shirt...I should burn the frigging thing.
Boz, I have to back Lea up and say Shane is a great chef. Although his food would no doubt be wasted on you as you'd probably tip the plate up all over yourself. Oh, happy days.
fallen in a swamps lately?
'nuff said
Lea, could you pop some of the scran in a doggy bag for us and airmail me? cheers.
Boz, the food's in the lift. In return send some burgers down for me and Groome there's a good chap.
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