Had fun at bbq, was very British, it drizzled lots, we put up our hoods and pretended that it wasn’t. I won the hood contest, being waterproof and fluffy and eskimo-like.
Bri and Julia have the best camp chairs ever – they bought them for sitting in field for Jubilee Weekend and so they are printed with the cross of St George, but best of all they have a special pocket in which to put your beer – sweet.
Pretended we were all queuing to get into Wimbledom and listened to Tim Henman almost mess up his game but pull through to the next round in the end.
Barbecued sweetcorn was gorgeous, I survived off that alone (oh that and haloumi) but some bright spark thought to bring potato waffles, ooh so waffley versatile! (not convinced). Brian went all manly and supervised the bbq, twas he who was therefore responsible for throwing Kate’s special gluten free burgers on the floor!
Listened to Julia’s “Ultimate [Alternative] Eighties” cd.
– mmmm this tastes just like sweetcorn
– hmmm it’s amazing what they can do nowadays, like make sweetcorn taste just like um sweetcorn
-Prefab Sprout – I like their Brussels album the best
-I call her “snookums” and she calls me “unemployed cripple!”
-“I win, you lose” (copyright Tom)
Managed to cadge a jar of white emulsion paint off Brian – how fab – muhahaha!