Thank pig for that

I was having some absolutely top-notch, food of the gods sausage and mash, when I started thinking to myself that Asda make the best sossies on the planet.


Having had another succulent bite, I decided that seeing as Asda almost certainly didn't actually make this most meritorious meaty bundle of bangers, my intangible appreciation would best be directed to the manufacturer, whosoever they might be.
Ruminating further, the maker only really needed to basically repackage flesh and a little chilli into an intestine or two. Maybe the farmer is the hero I'm looking for? To be fair, the agriculturist has really done nothing more than provide a pastoral setting in which the pre-food is able to run about in, something which they would probably manage without the intercedence of a bucolic labourer.
This entire train of thought basically leads me to postulate that the praise and adulation should really be directed to Babe, and his porcine buddies, who made up 80% of the sossie content of my meal.

So hurrah and huzzah for those little piggies who went wee wee wee all the way to my stomach.


Peace out.

Pringles

Those malignant bastards at Pringles have been making such a big hooha about having 90 crisps in each tub. What they're trying to avoid mentioning is that they have reduced the contents by about 20% while keeping the price the same.


If you look closely at the pack in the piccy, they used to be 200g and my pack here is only 163g. I feel cheated.

Peace out, and just say no.......to pringles

Camper test

Decided to take the van for a run, to check how she was with some of the changes I had made. First corner out, and the ps3 came flying out of it's new home, closely followed by the sky HD box. Not an auspicious start. The rest of the journey was fairly uneventful, getting me onsite just before the office shut. Asked for a pitch facing a certain way, so I could point the satellite in the right direction. Got to my pitch, satellite pointed in the right direction, so settled down and got my key for the gate. Spent ten minutes in the cold repeatedly swivelling the damn thing about, until I realised that the trees were blocking my line of sight.
So telly was out. Decided to heat up the curry I had brought with me, only to discover that I had no rice. Gutted and feeling disheartened, cycled to the nearest hotel and am now sat in the bar having a well-earned bottle of peroni. Really nice hotel, shame about the skanks and scum.

Peace out.

Location:Alresford Rd,,United Kingdom