I came in at three and had two pints of of water and a few slices of my own home-made ‘‘pizza pasta’’ with lashings of ketchup (left over spaghetti and tomatoe sauce mixed mixed with eggs and fried to a delicious crispy omlette/bread like consistency. Before that I’d had a bowl of coco pops and orange juice at brekky (unusual) , two slices of toast and jam and a cup of coffee at 11. Thai Chicken Coconut Soup at 1. Not a lot, all told, before an evening spent in public houses drinking a number of ‘‘jars’’, or pints of plain porter.
Apple in the car on the way in and a slice of toast too if I have the time. 3 'bix with hot milk in work, cup of coffee to go with it. That frees up the bowels before lunch. Sambo of some description with crisps and/or apple. Coffee. Dinner at home, spag bog tonight though I forgot to take the mince out of the freezer. Tae to follow that and tae again around Fair City time with biscuits. Same again around half 9; tae and biccy’s
There is something going on with them two. I’d say they have met in some way along the road.
Its the only way you could have an appreciation for an idiot like NCC, you’d feel sorry for him.
just had jambon for brekkie as no cereal left in the house…
head for a sambo or quiche about one… then have match this evening so will get bananna and chocolate on way home as will be too late to have dinner by time im home… will have dinner post game
Summer breakfast of two large tablespoons of natural youghurt, porridge oats and lash the honey over that. Or as an ingredient in the home made breakfast smoothie.
I caught the bug last night… I had 2 smoothies, fajits’s with salad and potatoes, 2 slices of cheese cake, a full punnet of strawberries,a snack bar and toast all with in a 3 hr period.
Mushrooms and onions were born to be together. I’m gonna fry them up on the pan with some scrambled eggs and chopped up bacon and put it all in a nice buttery roll for lunch.
Sounds fooking savage. Think I’ll rustle up a lasagna tonight, toss in some onions, peppers, mushrooms, bit of sauce, bobs yer fucking aunts husband. Toss on a few spuds, mash those fookers, nice and creamy, jaysus the mouth is watering here at the thought.