Mushrooms on Toast. Worcester Sauce. Salt. Pepper. Man, that's the way to start the day, if only I'd had some kidneys and a pint of Guinness in the house it may well have been damn near perfect. Still, these fat mushies did the job with a cup of builders tea, the newspaper and all the pre match commentary on the radio. Hmm, this post is remarkably similar to last Saturday's post...Must be getting into a routine...You got one on a Saturday morning? Give me a shout if it's more exotic than mine.
4 comments:
Brilliant title for this post.
she's right, that barbara, of course.
I think i am going to get mushrooms first thing tomorrow morning. they looks good.
we used to have a guinness tap and fridge in our last appartment and sometimes we were known to have a glass for brekkie.
Then the landlord went and sold it. Bastard. We lost everything cool. Jacuzzi on the deck, chute from closet to laundrey room, double slate shower, guinness tap, the lot. He did give us a first refual to buy but someone had nicked the purse in which I'd stashed my spare 1 million dollars. shame.
Barbara: Cheers!
Sam: Ah man, that blows. Yeah, a sneaky pint for breakfast has been known to happen of a Sunday morning...you need a strong tasting fry up, you know with liver or black pudding
oh no we didn't need any fry up excuse.
hey - could you pop by with a bag of mushrooms? I can't be bothered to get out of my pyjamas right now.
thanks
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