When some real ale drinkers loudly discuss to all who will listen about the flavour profile of a particular glass of waz they’re drinking.
worked in several pubs and done plenty of real ale festivals and it all tastes of urine with the odd bitter or citrus tone.
Scratching noises in our loft. Don't know if it's mice, squirrels, birds or what. Have been up for a look but only the middle bit is boarded and I only had a small torch so couldn't see anything. Will have to call someone out.
What's a Glis Glis?
It’s actually an edible door mouse imported by the Rothschilds in the early 1900’s to their estate in Tring, where some escaped and spread.
The Romans were very fond of feasting on them
It’s actually an edible door mouse imported by the Rothschilds in the early 1900’s to their estate in Tring, where some escaped and spread.
The Romans were very fond of feasting on them
What have The Romans ever done for us?
That’s my excuse for not doing it anymore.Apparently there’s a wrong way to put a bag in the waste bin
Guess who’s just discovered that?
Maybe she made a blunder and thought her agent had got her a part in House of Cards or Game of Thrones.Patsy Kensit on this weeks House of Games. She sits there looking bored, not even bothering to try in the buzzer rounds - sat back while everyone else has their hands on the buzzer. Must be a good pay packet for her and she is robbing the viewers
I thought the worst contestant ever on that was Jay from The Repair Shop (lovely man still), followed by Dion Dublin. Patsy Kensit beats them both though, utterly clueless. Why go on the show if you know absolutely nothing? Does she need the money that badly?Patsy Kensit on this weeks House of Games. She sits there looking bored, not even bothering to try in the buzzer rounds - sat back while everyone else has their hands on the buzzer. Must be a good pay packet for her and she is robbing the viewers
Reminds me of the scene in Shrek where he has some type of rodents on skewersIt’s actually an edible door mouse imported by the Rothschilds in the early 1900’s to their estate in Tring, where some escaped and spread.
The Romans were very fond of feasting on them