withdeanwombat
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Hiding behind the sofa in my upstairs "shed" with a bottle of vin rouge and the jitters. I might peek at the tv screen if I'm feeling brave. Luckily,the loo is the next room. Brown trouser time.
How many hours are you ahead of us now, is it 2 or 3?
Remember the first series of The Naked Chef? The one where a young and fat-faced Jamie has his 'mates' over for a 'real lads night' and makes them all a massive curry. Then they drink bottles of beer and dance around to toploader when their long suffering WAGs return? Friday night round mine is going to be EXACTLY like that.
Except with less sliding down the bannister, no moped, cans instead of bottles, real friends attending in place of actors and much better food.
Hoping to have double celebration as daughter in law has just had the latest Brighton fan of the future so will have to 'wet Jacks head' and hopefully a Seagulls win.Going around youngest sons with some London Pride and Kebab take away delivered by Burgys in Haywards Heath.
What? THEY WEREN'T HIS REAL MATES?
*illusionsshattered*
Actually, been thinking about this on the bus to work. He made such a massive deal about how he was having his mates over ("The boys are here, you don't want anything fancy, you want stuff they can rip into with a couple of beers" etc) that I can't believe they were fakes. Plus you get to see a (young) Jools turn uup every now and again. And Jamie, as we now know, is nothing if not a man of integrity. So I reckon they were REAL. Maybe I'm naive.
I still refuse to play any Toploader on Friday night though.
EDIT - Wasn't one of them called Andy and was a Gas Fitter or something? He couldn't have been fake.
...and me. Might pop into my kitchen at half time and stand in a makeshift queue for 15 mins and may miss a goal. Makes it a bit more real
That doesn't surprise me either