Will it never end? I must just have a thing for chefs.*  First this. And now, last night, this gentleman made a rather special guest appearance: At "Gordon Ramsey's Sushi Bar" you get very special treatment if you're a veggi apparently.  In my dreams. ----------------------------------- * No.  Really?

16.7.05 20:51 Permalink / 6 Comments / comment

Dreeee-ee-ee-eee-eem Dream Dream Dree-eem I was out on the town and roaringly drunk.  I bumped into a nice chap who I'd never met before - it was Mr Splog.  Being the lovely chap he is, he decided to try and help me get home and asked me where I lived.  I confessed that I couldn't remember, but what I did know was that I was a Lord, so therefore must live in a castle.  We spent some time reeling around the town on the lookout for my castle but had no luck.  Mr Splog decided it was time to call in the professionals, so we went to the Drunk Abode Location Hall; a big council run office where people who are too drunk to know where they live can go and find out which direction to stagger home in.  It was busy in there!  They set us right and before long we arived at my castle.  I'd been away from my castle for 4 days and had employed Reece Witherspoon to feed my new puppy while I was away but the irresponsible wretch had only fed puppy for one day and had then buggered off to a party in Italy!  Fortunately puppy was okay because my younger brother had morphed into a gibbon in my absence and had been locked in a big cage with puppy and had fed and watered the little pup.  Then I had a big row with my gibbon brother because I said that I was only going to pay Reece Witherspoon for one day of puppy care, but my brother said this was really tight of me and I should pay her the full four days.

15.5.05 12:07 Permalink / 8 Comments / comment