Been partial to a bit of whisky in the evenings, lately.
Reminds me of Bob when he said: "Can you keep a secret? I'm trying to organize a prison break. I'm looking for, like, an accomplice. We have to first get out of this bar, then the hotel, then the city, and then the country. Are you in or are you out?"
"I'm in. I'll go pack my stuff," replied Charlotte.
"I hope that you've had enough to drink," said Bob. "It's going to take courage."
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
A chicken with a can of beer up it's butt...
... is what we ate in South Africa.
Fantastic! (Less so for the chicken).
Shove a half-full beer can (opened with a tin opener) up the bum of an olive-oil drizzled, seasoned chicken, and put it in a kettle bbq for around an hour.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Friday, April 09, 2010
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