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Santa brought some more this year too. It's up there with Joop.
Bought myself one from Lidl, it's being used quite liberally.
Anyone remember Brut Aquatonic? That was serious fanny pulling aftershave in the mid nineties.
I had a Liverpool one for 3 years on the trot, from my nan.
Not quite as offensive as a Man Utd one though, you poor lad.
What's for Father's Day, a pipe, tartan blanket and a packet of Werther's Originals?Decent pressie from the missus but you know you're getting old when you get socks and slippers from the kids...
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Would prefer the socks to Take That any day of the week.A few years ago when take that played the Ricoh I treated my wife to a hospitality tickets as a combined Mother's Day, wedding anniversary and birthday present cost me a fortune. For my anniversary present she bought me a packet of trainer socks !!
This was never a 'real life' experience, Otis? This recount sounds more like an episode of Fawlty Towers.Actually, I think my worst present was going out for Christmas dinner, paid for by my parents.
All food choices pre-ordered over a month ago and table booked two months ago.
So, get there (it's a carvery, but I am obviously vegetarian) and we pretty much immediately get our starters, only my mum, my dad and my daughter had all ordered melon with raspberry coulis and the waitresses actually turned up at the table with three prawn salads.
I politely told them the order was wrong and they seemed baffled. I looked at our order (had taken a photocopy of what we ordered as a reminder for ourselves) and we had indeed ordered correctly.
So, mine the missus's were correct, but now we didn't all the get the starters at the same time.
The wife and I had ordered breaded brie and all you could taste was the oil. Seemingly they had not drained the things properly. The wife hated it.
Next, was the carvery, so they took our starter plates away and we asked do we just go up and get the carvery and they said no they would come and fetch us.
15 mins later we are still twiddling our thumbs waiting and there was no-one waiting at the carvery, so we asked again and the waitresses said 'you all for carvery then?' To which I said 'No, it 4 for the carvery and I am vegetarian.' So, she went off again and said she would come back.
About 5 mins later she came back and asked what I had ordered and I told her it was the brie, mushroom and cranberry wellington and off she went again.
A few minutes later she came back and asked if I would have the salmon instead, to which I replied, 'No, I am a vegetarian. I don't eat fish.'
Another 10 mins pass and we ask again about the carvery and the waitress said to me they were just trying to get my wellington 'perfect.' It was very clear by then that the had totally buggered everything up and didn't even seem to have our order at all and were obviously cooking my wellington from scratch.
I asked if the other 4 could go up to the carvery as it wasn't fair on them to wait and they said that was fine.
They all got their meals and then another 10 mins later the waitress comes back and says my dish was ready, so I went up and I took one look at the thing and it was anaemic. Absolutely pale and no colour at all to the pastry.
I was given the wellington and the chef then promptly asked me if I wanted pigs in blankets with it. I politely said no, shook my head and went back to the table.
The dish itself was very nice, but I opened it up and there was no sign of any brie and there certainly wasn't any cranberry in it at all.
We then came on to the desserts and I had salted caramel profiteroles and I could barely eat them they were so sweet. I have a very, very sweet tooth, but I was wincing with every mouthful. Incredibly sickly sweet. Think of a Cadbury's cream egg and then multiply the sweetenes by about 10. It wasn't a deliberate sabotage I'm surely as I was so polite all the way through, not wanting to spoil anyone elses enjoyment or get myself in a lather about it and ruin my own day.
Don't think we will be going back.
It was real unfortunately.This was never a 'real life' experience, Otis? This recount sounds more like an episode of Fawlty Towers.
My vegetarian step-daughter really embarrassed me and the missus just before Christmas. She had come down to the island from London (where she lives) and we had booked a Sunday lunch for the three of us. I specifically noted that we had a strict vegetarian with us. It was our local pub of which we are regulars, and known quite well. On the day in question, we ordered our meal and the option for the step-daughter was a nut roast, which she was happy with. However, when it was delivered to our table, she started to eat the meal and then called the waitress over and asked what the roast potatoes had been cooked in. "Lard." came the reply. Then the embarrassment! "I need to go to the bathroom and make myself sick!" my step-daughter said, in a loud enough voice for the whole bloody pub to hear! Off to the bog she went, and we were offered another dinner for her, without the roast spuds, which we accepted on her behalf. When she came out of the bogs, we told her that another meal was coming for her, "I don't want it!" she stormed and so we were offered a refund for her meal. I have never cringed so much! Me and the missus were so embarrassed! She got a right bollocking from my missus when we got back home! I still haven't been back to the pub yet!It was real unfortunately.
It still makes me smile the notion of waiting all that time for a vegetarian option and then when it finally arrives they then offering me pigs in blankets to go with it.
I got a FitBit.
Considering I never ever go to the gym, or jog, or do any exercise at all past walking the dog, it's entirely useless.
I do walk with the a dog a lot but haven't got the slightest interest how far I've gone.
We stand firm, my friend. I smile at the thought that some meat eaters will never discover the delight of butternut squash in its many varied guises.It was real unfortunately.
It still makes me smile the notion of waiting all that time for a vegetarian option and then when it finally arrives they then offering me pigs in blankets to go with it.
Bought myself one from Lidl, it's being used quite liberally.
Anyone remember Brut Aquatonic? That was serious fanny pulling aftershave in the mid nineties.
How old is the stepdaughter?My vegetarian step-daughter really embarrassed me and the missus just before Christmas. She had come down to the island from London (where she lives) and we had booked a Sunday lunch for the three of us. I specifically noted that we had a strict vegetarian with us. It was our local pub of which we are regulars, and known quite well. On the day in question, we ordered our meal and the option for the step-daughter was a nut roast, which she was happy with. However, when it was delivered to our table, she started to eat the meal and then called the waitress over and asked what the roast potatoes had been cooked in. "Lard." came the reply. Then the embarrassment! "I need to go to the bathroom and make myself sick!" my step-daughter said, in a loud enough voice for the whole bloody pub to hear! Off to the bog she went, and we were offered another dinner for her, without the roast spuds, which we accepted on her behalf. When she came out of the bogs, we told her that another meal was coming for her, "I don't want it!" she stormed and so we were offered a refund for her meal. I have never cringed so much! Me and the missus were so embarrassed! She got a right bollocking from my missus when we got back home! I still haven't been back to the pub yet!
This was never a 'real life' experience, Otis? This recount sounds more like an episode of Fawlty Towers.
Bear in mind I was 15 and the level of fanny at Bishop Ullathorne was pretty fucking ropey in those days.Mate you must have been pulling some right manky fannys with brut aquatonic you wanted women in the 90s it was farenheit or cool waters all day
Even in my school days the cool waters bit of lynx still remember it well playing a bit of footy on the playground smoking behind the bike sheds and of course trying to finger them birds
I fuckin loved that caretaker job........
She's 37. She will even cross the road to avoid walking past a butchers shop. As for the pub, it's not a particularly veggie place, but they will do their best to cater. It was just this time, they cocked up with the roast spuds. But it was the reaction from the Drama Queen step-daughter. I still haven't been back to the pub. I was too embarrassed.How old is the stepdaughter?
I never ever make a fuss.
I never expect anyone to cater for me. If there is no vegetarian option I just wouldn't go to that place.
I take this pub doesn't usually do vegetarian meals?
Yeah, agree.She's 37. She will even cross the road to avoid walking past a butchers shop. As for the pub, it's not a particularly veggie place, but they will do their best to cater. It was just this time, they cocked up with the roast spuds. But it was the reaction from the Drama Queen step-daughter. I still haven't been back to the pub. I was too embarrassed.
No, don't get the drama. Understand the logic. If someone is giving you animal fat you might as well just go and eat the meat itself and would I think anyone prefer to eat the meat than some animal rennet from a calves stomach.I can understand the veggie principles - I'm a huge animal lover - but if you were to eat something unwittingly, how is that so wrong? I just don't get all the drama?
Not even a death threat.No, don't get the drama. Understand the logic. If someone is giving you animal fat you might as well just go and eat the meat itself and would I think anyone prefer to eat the meat than some animal rennet from a calves stomach.
No need for any drama though
Yes I am prolific. This is a consequence of my having curtailed my posting regime by 37.5%.Not even a death threat.
My god you have been prolific of late took me ten minutes to get to this post and its not even the one I was Looking for. Lol B-)
What about those death threats how extreme is that?Yes I am prolific. This is a consequence of my having curtailed my posting regime by 37.5%.
This is where the Garmin is far better. The daily step goal alters each week based on the previous weeks average.
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