I only respond to personal invites. :C

Probably why you don't get out much.

I get out plenty more than not much.

Lovely to see people, sorry I missed you Fozza.

 

Afterwards I met up with some peoples and we went to Bier Keller, a German themed bar selling Steins of beer which had a Oompah band playing truly dreadful "music" to drunk Leeds folk who were dancing on benches. It was like a psychotropic nightmare and I had go home shortly after.

(giggle)

Conclusive evidence that the Meat did take place and that we did eat Teeth-cracking English Nachos, lovingly crafted from sows' ears. You'll just have to take it on trust that Mouse was there too, or ask his local hospital to post the X Rays.

Mouse is there, you just need to increase the exposure a bit - look...

:D

 

I am about to ride down the bannister to the restaurant below

How could I have missed that noble profile?

 

Thank you for sharing your photographic madskills with us.

haha nice!

What in the hell sort of nachos are those?! Looks like a Scottish deep fried experiment gone wrong. Or right - depending on your liking for grease.

They were pretty rank. Yet we eat them all.

This type, methinks:

Worse, they were post-modern, home-made scratchings. They sounded gorgeous to the drunken palate but had the crunchiness of broken crockery pasted spread liberally with lard.

Good God. My dog won't even eat scratchings, and you voluntarily did it?

Calling them scratchings is generous in the extreme. Baked pig tiles would be more accurate.

AHAHA, had I been taking a drink I'm afraid I'd have spewed it on my screens!

Soz old buddy <hands Shieldsit a screenwipe>

Although I love pork scratchings, those do sound and look vile. Thank fuck you were drunk, eh?

Oh good God, no. :-((

 

The only thing that belies my northern heritage is that I can't abide the things.