Abrakebabra… and then the magic was gone. Yes, this is a story of my disenchantment with the state of the local purveyors of the bread wrapped meaty treat; the kebab. I remember a time when getting a kebab was a bit of theatre. A middle aged gentleman with a black moustache, button up shirt and […]
Part two There was a game of foosball. Now I don’t much follow the foosball and I don’t much like girls because girls are the devil. So I decided I would watch the foosball grand final, which is actually pronounced f-o-o-t-b-a-l-l… Apparently… And is also more correctly known as rugby league Queenie has just informed […]
sammy’s fishcake with tomato and basil tabouleh This makes me feel just as proud as punch. You’ve done well little Gelfling.