Not sure what to do with yourself, there is a plethora of things to do..which do you prefer?
1. Watch a Wedding on the Telly
2. Watch a football match on the Telly
3. Read The Observer cover to cover
4. Go on a rally to protest over Hamas/IDF somewhere in London
5. Mend the Garden fence
Or something else entirely....
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6. Shitpost on GP
I moved out from my ex's 2 months ago and I no longer own a telly. I don't miss it. Nor do I buy the observer. I've never seen a protect rally in 6 years in Aberdeen. I have no garden.
I'll stick with plan A and play cricket on Saturday. It's the first match of Ramadan, when most of the talented players in my league suddenly lose their hand eye coordination, and I actually stand a chance.
Perhaps CU, once you're bored of mending the fence, you could do a national level cost benefit(or unbenefit) analysis of the royal wedding, with a breakdown of costs to tax payer VS royal estate, while you're at it how about some odds on how long it will last?
I'll be getting beach body ready by eating more pies. It's for the ladies!
The sun lounger in the back garden with crate of Newcatle Brown (dildo dildo)
Dildo dildo? Actually no, none of my business, really.
Going to lunch at an obscenely expensive italian for dads birthday.
Plan on not being conscious of the wedding at all.
My mum might veto that for the highlights later on.
Will try to distract her by offering to play scrabble for £1 a corner.
I am sure they are nice people but lots of other people I do not know personally are nice too.
I was hoping for an erudite post from BQ or alternatively the next installment of Nick's Oman military memoir......
A spot of lunch outdoors and later the FA Cup. I believe Mr Mourinho to be going slowly mad so I shall study him for symptoms. I shall probably laugh at Mr Lukaku's ball control. (Somebody had to take up the joker role when Mr Rooney left.) I hope none of the chaps selected the World Cup get injured.
The best players on the pitch will probably be the goalies, which doesn't carry much promise for a thriller.
Nick's Oman military memoir +1.
Fascinating conflict that, always relish the opportunity read more on it, any suggestions welcome for weekend reading!
Family said they want to go to the beach.
As someone who used to live by the seaside I used to laugh at the morons struggling to park. To move. To find a square of sand, on a weekend. Why didn't they just come on Monday when no one will be there?
But now I am 40 minutes from the beach, and working, its the hell trip for me.
If it's more miltary memoirs you want - well pull up a sandbag lads, & swing the lamp ...
Work.
Betting on horses, drinking, listening to my favourite music, resting after after a hard week. Generally trying to FEEL GOOD
There's something fishy about the BBC's zeal in the coverage of The Wedding.
Makes you wonder what revelations they have up their sleeve regarding the Markle family.
Though how they will work the South Yorkshire Plod into it remains a mystery to me.
I give it 18 months after a child is born. Poor chap won't know what's hit him. He could have his pick of Britain's (and the world's) 20 year olds, and he goes for a 36 year old Septic who has been round the block a few times.
A fool there was and his goods he spent
(Even as you and I!)
Honour and faith and a sure intent
(And it wasn’t the least what the lady meant)
But a fool must follow his natural bent
(Even as you and I!)
I think I'll be mending the fence or digging a ditch, before the ground gets too hard. As for the footy, who cares about Manchester Foreign Mercenaries vs Chelsea Foreign Mercenaries?
Ah Bill likewise .... round our way they call the daytrippers 'chipeaters'
Best response I've ever heard was at the seaside station, half a mile uphill from the beach -
"Why didn't they put the station nearer the town?" demanded a homebound large sweaty sun-burned lady-chipeater of the platform bloke
"I expect they wanted it closer to the railway, madam"
On a railway theme, I'm spending today crewing an ex coal board steam loco.
It's been agreed amongst the crew on today that each mention of the wedding is going to cost them a round of drinks...
Mony a Mirkle maks a Murkle.
estwdjhn - now THAT is a good way to spend a weekend.
Harry had better like George and Amal's company.
None of the above. Eating big sociable village breakfast, continuing to modernise my garage into a comfy man-cave, rewarding my labours (after 18.00...) with a large G&T or two.
Spent the day with my girlfriend, Old Rosie...
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