Monkeys Fist

It being mine and Mrs.F’s 22nd anniversary today, I went to Block and Bottle yesterday to splurge on steaks that come with a family tree of the cow, what it’s last meal was, and a playlist of it’s favourite music. Got a couple of fillets for the Fistlets as they’re fussy little shites regarding meat fat, and some rib-eyes, still on the rib, for Mrs.F. and I. Fuck me, they were unbelievably good- I didn’t fuck on with any sauces, other than pan juices reduced with white wine, as I wanted to taste the dead beast in all its glory. Served up with steamed Pink Fir Apple spuds, char-grilled courgettes and broccoli, and some mixed shrooms with herb butter. I know everyone eats rabbit food now, self-included Mon-Fri, but if you want some quality meat at a very reasonable price, go to these folks. Btw, their charcuterie is award winning and it’s fucking well deserved. They’ve recently moved to Heaton Rd, and they also stock some seriously good beers and wines. * cracks another Almasty can, falls over.

Happy Shed Day.

You should’ve actually “entered” a sock. Top prize, and the sack.

Pics or gtfo.

I’m 52… … what were we talking about ?

Read about that yesterday- real life GTA!

I’ll bet when they told his Mrs. she’d had a girl she was thinking “ Please look like me, pleeeease look like me…” Hard lines, Tory fucker

Large head.

Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle.

Be a bit cramped when you go to lay some brown cable, won’t it?

Cant wait for Farage to complain about not using good old British shit. He’ll have finally found nirvana.

Nice bit of guacamole there, though…

Tasting notes- “ Promising start, but lacks depth with a weak body. Bitter finish.”

You did, you just forget things when you’re nearly a pensioner

I’m sure I’m not alone in being so surprised to find out that he’s a fucking coward. He should be sent a white feather for every death.

Pay attention lads- if anyone knows about bogs, it’s ewerk.

Look at posh bollocks here, using bog paper as a dust sheet. How the other half lives…

Happy Birthday young ‘un.

Presumably he also “uses” the nappies, in which case, I’m not surprised they sacked the minging dog.

Ah- that pub changes ownership/closes/reopens ridiculously often. I think I’ve been in it once. One time too many.

Scotsman?

We went to the Quayside market on Sunday. I’d say only 40%, at best, of the people there had masks on, social distancing was a distant memory, and no fucker used the multiple hand-sanitiser stations that I could see. We didn’t stay long

It sprays the lotion on its skin, Or else it gets Tom’s shite again.