I’ve been a very bad Superman…
Hey there sports fans! I'm still on my holidays, if you can call sitting about in your boxers eating pie after pie after pie whilst listening to the complete works of everything by The Cure, The Smiths, Al Green and Public Enemy a holiday that is. Let me tell you folks I do, I really really do.
I've done next to nothing and it's been tremendous.
I did try to do some writing for my book but my old reliable friend Captain Procrastination paid me a visit. Let me tell you it's quite impressive the amount of shit you get done when you are meant to be writing. Wednesday for example, when I was meant to be writing I tidied my desk, made a curry, baked a raspberry cheesecake and tidied up all the contacts in my phone adding website, email and photos. Good stuff.
Baked raspberry cheesecake....recipe from this month's Olive magazine. Or you can write my book....whatever.
I have also grown a holiday beard. Oh how I love my holiday beard. Nobody else likes it. Little Miss Manuel calls in the woman repeller and The Cousin says I look like bad Superman. Clearly that was meant as an insult but I like the idea of being bad Superman. I may punch a kitten just to prove him right.
There's a lot to be said for lazing about on your ass. I mean I got to watch the final hours of one Mr Moat undisturbed. up was just sublime television. I mean when I finally go postal after one rude guest too many I would be chuffed to bits if Eric Cantona turned up with a kebab, a bottle of cheeky red , a smoking jacket and a game of cup n ball. To tell the truth I'd wipe out half of Lisburn if I thought Mon Dieu would show up.
One worrying moment of the week was when my right hand turned orange. I'm not pulling your plonker here, it totally turned orange for a day. I know it was the Twelfth and all that hullabaloo but for Billy's sake that's just taking the pish. I have an appointment booked with the Doctor. Maybe he can shed some light on my tango hand. And whilst he's at it maybe he could scoop out my ouchys. They are still there, in my gut, making every trip to the bathroom one filled with fear and upset. He's gonna want to send a tiny camera up my woo hoo. I have come to terms with this, I don't like it, but I am prepared for it.
Sake.
Anyhoo, I'll be back properly on Monday. If anybody is looking for me I'll be away at the .
And I cannot wait.
Sing up you Reds!
I mean any team that can make a football chant out of a Carpenters or Beach Boys tune has to be a good thing...
and the best, "We paid for your hats"
I could devour that cheesecake in a single day, it looks so good.
And I hardly ever eat dessert.
I knew a guy who turned orange once. He was drinking a gallon of carrot juice a day. On a health kick are you, Manuel?
pfft….some chance….it was the strangest thing Medbh….it’s been happening on and off for a few weeks now…god I hope it’s not connect to my downstairs issues….actually wonder if I can I sue the Sheinhardt wig company….ha!
I reckon it was the 18 pack of monster munch.
ha! you’re a monster munch…
you sure you weren’t grazing too many bags of cheese poofs? orange hand is a tell
no! it was a real thing!
you all are sooooo civilized UNTIL it comes to that football. Wow-zer.
civilised? me? you should see how I ate the cheesecake…!
Did you know that there is no word in the English language that rhymes with Orange ?
Bet that has cheered you up !
I may hunt you down for telling me that…..my head is aching with the rhyming now…
it was the best cheesecake ever! he’s a beardy baker boy!
awh….bless
…& there I thought I was the only Bulky Baldy Beardy Baker…
My Lemon & poppyseed muffins are always short lived.
I was at the Dublin Premier of Looking for Eric & the great man was there with Ken Loach.They got ambushed by Bertie for a photo op outside; they had a right go at him in the talk before the film. Very funny but for the life of me, I still don’t understand what Eric said…..
…& there I thought I was the only Bulky Baldy Beardy Baker…
My Lemon & poppyseed muffins are always short lived.
I was at the Dublin Premier of Looking for Eric & the great man was there with Ken Loach.They got ambushed by Bertie for a photo op outside; they had a right go at him in the talk before the film. Very funny but for the life of me, I still don’t understand what Eric said…..
Got to work on the stuttering…
ha….plonker……!
Eric, I saw him play….I still miss him….the fucking legend…
Ahhh the holiday beard. I always let mine grow at Christmas, for the warmth of course, not because I’m lazy (even it though it might have something to do with it). And it’s so much more satisfying to scratch when there’s a bit of scruff on my face. The baked raspberry cheesecake looks so yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum yum…..
*daydreams about cake, and pie*
the cheesecake was awesome….but the beard is better…
What do you mean you still miss him ? Eric Sykes is still with us !
arf!
Eh Manuel,
you forgot the Johnny Rotten song.
Enjoy the game.
was sung for a full 20 minutes yesterday in the club….was amazing…
oh, i’m sure i had some snarky comment about your holiday, and then some drooly thing to say about that cheesecake, but the football chants were ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY BRILLIANT! That’s it. i’m coming over to hang out with football ruffians. my next holiday. must do this…
I’m not going any more….mentalists the lot of them….they drink like they don’t want to live….