More like it.
Takeaway curry with my eldest son.
An out of date double Double Decker straight from under the passenger seat in my van, complemented with the last can from a camping trip last month.
Saturday nights aint what they used to be thatâs for sure.
I dunno, looks like youâve got a decent porn mag lined up for later.
Kids went to the cinema, so we went for a curry, supposedly to celebrate our anniversary.
Starters
Lovely onion bhajis, really light and crispy, and the prawn thingy was delish. I got both lamb kebabs cos Claire doesnât like them
Main
Mine was a monkfish dish with some random made up name I canât remember, but was fantastic. Claire had Chicken Samber and we shared a Peshawari naan.
Claire told me off for taking photographs of foodâŠ
Quite right, you should be staring at her tits.
Or photographing them !
Ah yes the cleavage shot thinly disguised by food in the foreground.
zactly
Link please
Beer, chocolate and a copy of the latest Gas Engineer.
Life doesnât get any erm, better than that.
Or something.
The issue before that one is a corker.
Centre spread of a Worcester-Bosch in a peek a boo onesie
I preferred the shaven Vaillant
Does it still have the saucy section of Readers Boilers?
And who could forget the voyeur shot up the Baxi Bermuda ?
Itâs been replaced by BILFâs from the '70âs
At least they have retained the weekly âflush my pipeâ competition along with the âpurge my valveâ pictorial feature.
Some things are sacrosanct