I had wondered how Mrs. MWS would respond to the revelation ‘I hate buffets’. I could see a flame of displeasure flash through her eyes during the debate and noted I should be on guard against some subtle yet cunning ploy. Shazzzzammm, just over a week later my comeuppance has arrived.
Few will remember the Christmas prawn, I had hoped to ‘Loose’ it in the loft this year - NO Joy! Mrs MWS beat me to the punch and fetched all the hateful toot from the loft and busied herself whilst I was at work (Napping) - In addition to the prawn, we now have the following:
The Christmas Crab:
I thought Christmas Prawn was the pinnacle of knitting-based trolling last year, but I have to admit that knitted Christmas Gammon eclipses both the prawn and the crab.
This. There is a six month waiting list at vinyl pressing plants because some git thinks we all want a copy of Now That’s What I Call Me Bollocks Music Volume 6732 on pink splatter vinyl for Xmas.
Indeed. Nearly everything I’ve bought recently (with the exception of VMP releases) has been duff and has been returned. The Sault LP arrived yesterday and I couldn’t bring myself to play it for fear that the pressing is awful.
