Saturday 07/03/15
We were casting about for something to do when Lou suddenly suggested a walk to the Haymakers for pizza. A lovely sunny day (but pretty windy) and the "Hood" beer (from Nottingham) and tasty pizza was worth the walk.
On the way back went to Homebase (for a pot to bake octopus on & painter's tape for the gun), Hobbycraft (for clay modeling tools but they didn't have any) and Pats At Home for cat nosh. Got a taxi to the Isaac.
Only had a single pint as 3 fat fuckers insisted on putting a heap of garbage (that makes the UK Eurovision entry sound like an song from the pen of George Gershwin). When asked if they could turn it doewn the under-eveolved chinps just laughed. Lou complained to Luke (he was notionally in charge of this disco) and we decamped to the Grapes which was quieter, even when it was noisy. Asked Toddy how his holiday was - apparently bloody brilliant but he said he'd eaten so much seafood & pasta that he needed to go on a diet.
Afer coming home I made a new dish using the pancakes & rats twats I'd got earlier in the week. It was a sort of lasagne but with the pancakes & cheddar cheese/rats twats in alternating layers. As ratatouille can sometimes be quite harsh I added tomato puree, pesto & 6 olives. Baed for 30 minutes and it was bloody tasty! Definitely going to make that again.
Sunday 08/03/15
Up early-ish to get to the Vintage clothes show while there were bargains/before it became uncomfortably rammed. Saw a number of steampunk-suitable items, none of which fitted Lou. In the ned I got a nice vintage waistcoat (£15) and Lou bought a checked cotton shirt (£10).
Stopped in the Castle and sat in the garden for a bit (until clouded over): the 1st time sitting outside with a pint this year.
Despite my better judgment, we went to the Isaac for nosh. 2 fat fat fucks from yesterday were there so we ignored them entirely. Nice chat with Heather about Carling Cup final (and a decent amount of winding up done).
Watched the FA Cup game against Blackburn. Another game ruined by a blind cock-sucer from Soho Square. The game stopped for about 8 minutes after one of the Blackburn palers elbowed Skrtl in the head twice in 2 seconds.
You'd think that out of 5-6 penalty shouts the prick could spot one! Interestingly, when the dame offence was committed in the centre circle, it was a foul & free kick to Blackburn. One nasty little shite, Conway, consistently got away with smashing into Sterling.
To be fair to the ref, he was just conscientiously following his orders from the corrupt fuckers in Soho Square. Really the qaulity of officials is getting worse by the week and the supposedly "professional" organization led by Mike Riley (himself a useless cunting twatsplash) is directly to blame.
After a quick nap, went to the Maypole for a reading of "The Door In The Wall" by HG Wells. Think it was by the same bloke who did the MR James story at "SICII' in 2014.
Was pretty a good story and well told. Also something different to do on a Sunday evening.
Bought a doubleCD of Mr James stories for £5 (something Lou will enjoy).
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