Showing posts with label Godfather. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Godfather. Show all posts

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Crimble Prep Continues

Following the recharge period in the centre of town I return to the task of recording records. Now I ain't the tallest person on the planet and in order to reach a box of dental records (nothing exciting just stuff about dental training) I have to grab the nearest thing to a kickstep in the room. It's a flight case that out of idle curiousity I open and discover I've been standing on a latex or similar material, female torso. Freaky. Probably not the wisest move in terms of health and safety.

Return to Liverpool, a quick flit into the No Mercy en route to home. Fetch a ham and dismembered bit of Turkey for Christmas Eve and the visit of Alan and his new significant other. Monst has a shopping list waiting for me at home and off I head to Morrisons and Sainsbury's to fetch the food for Christmas and the main shop for January. Come across Lemon and Lime Jaffa Cakes. It's just so wrong it's right.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

End of the Day

So Arsenal win 2-1 and are into the next round, a few youngsters got a run out which is good. Monst makes contact with Alan, one of Cal's Godfathers who she went out to the first Gulf War with. They chat for ages on the phone and consequently feeding everyone and getting Monst to work is rushed. Standing family joke is they marched out to the war, I marched against it. Mind you I didn't know her at the time. Bottle of Firecrest, not my fave beer but adequate. Cal watches Star Wars and then heads to bed. Technorati Tags: ; ; ; ; ;