My Christmas Day
John's Christmas Day dinner seems to have gone down well. I thought you might like to see a picture of my Christmas lunch; I do love mussels with rice and cherries. Makes a change from the usual delicious turkey, roast spuds, brussels etc., (Not to mention that wonderful plum pudding with lashings of brandy sauce over it) don't you think?
I was the only one there, so I'm not in the picture because I had to take the photo!
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In case you are wondering, the black box behind the PURE SILVER candleabra is my laptop. The box on the other table contains tinned food (crap!) donated to me by the "Oxfam Help the Aged" twats, and next to it are my dirty socks and underwear waiting to go to the Launderette!
Mmmmmm...mussels..did you cook them in white wine or did you drink it?
KEITH! Put your tag back on!
I had salad for Christmas dinner. I was Virtuous and Good.
John G - Don't you shout at me! I'll tamper with your brakes if you do it again.
Tag is ON; not that anybody notices!
You couldn't fit that table in your house! You charlatan, been on 'tinternet again!
Of course it's my hovel! Now I'm going to smash the headlights on your wheelchair!
Mussels - mmmmmmmm. I prefer a kilo of the things in white wine sauce with frites and white wine (to drink, doh). Not that see-through stuff that fish shit in.
So who's dirty socks are they?
(Confused!).
And just what is that plate of food really supposed to be??
Cherries with rice? - Yuk!
Mussels with cherries? - Revolting!
(Good laff though!!).
They are mussels and not muscles I take it? Only cherries and muscles bring me out in a rash(not saying where mind).
You lot are heathens, you just don't know a good meal when you see one!
I must admit that I find the shells a bit hard to digest. . .
Better hurry up Keith, it looks like the mussels are making a feast of that rice!
I had mussels on Xmas day with my kids! It was great actually!
LOL glad you didn't invite me to lunch! (I like mussels but not on Christmas Day)
Moules aux cerises sur riz. Must give the recipe to the caterer for the next Repas des Anciens. . . .
So - Keith is all alone on Christmas day with a meal he cobbled together from whatever he found in the fridge.
Poor, poor Keith.
***Merry Late Christmas all***
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