July 29, 2015
He’s orf on ‘is jolly ‘olidays in the morning, for a week or so.
Assuming that the mega-interweb-thingy is available in the sub-tropical island paradise that is The Isle of Wight, he may keep in touch with all that is (or most likely, isn’t) happening by way of witty exchanges on here whilst he is away.
Or he may not.
It all depends.
July 29, 2015
Given that you wished to go out with the sole intent of killing animals, didn’t exactly endear you to me, you miserable cowardly piece of shit, but your comment . . .
I deeply regret that my pursuit of an activity I love and practice responsibly and legally resulted in the taking of this lion.
. . . left me shaking my head in disbelief at your arrogance.
You fucking shot it with your bow and arrow, wounded it, and then left it to die.
Are you too fucking stupid to consider the consequences of shooting at living things, you moron?
Further words fail me.
July 26, 2015
. . . if his missus had a fisog like that, it’s no wonder he fucked off to darkest Africa and shacked up with Stanley.
July 25, 2015
McDonalds food only fit for throwing at people – read all about it!
Is this really worthy of a slot on the front page of the BBC news web site?
July 22, 2015
I returned home after work late this afternoon. At first all seemed normal; the dogs rushed about and greeted me, two of the cats were in the kitchen and scrounging for their tea, the other cat was nowhere to be seen.
Mrs N’s car was not on the drive, so I assumed that she was out at the stables.
Lovely Daughter was not yet home from work.
I ground some beans and made a coffee, answered a phone call from some twat trying to sell me solar panels for my roof, and pushing open the door whilst sipping my coffee, wandered into the lounge.
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July 12, 2015
Hello and once again welcome to ratty cooks, a weekly column dedicated to the pursuit of culinary delights from all four corners of the globe, delights that can be replicated in your very own kitchen.
This week your column host is in northern Spain in a simple and unpretentious backstreet situated far from the hustle and bustle of main stream Benidorm with its skyscraper-lined coast and the incessant roar of cement mixers.
It’s 7.30 in the morning and I have arrived at La Restaurante y Bar – “Guillermo Yago Ricardo.”
The reason for my visit to this establishment is to discover the true and authentic recipe for the world reknowned Tortilla Españole (Spanish Omelette) and to facilitate this I had the forethought to previously arrange a meeting with the Proprietor/Chef, a Señor Guillermo.
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