Stayed in a lovely hotel last night in Coggeshall. Some 15th Century place apparently...The White Heart. Unfortunately I didnt get to see much of it, because by the time we got back and had food I was zonked out.
Im liking this wireless networking malarky, you can pretty much log on anywhere you like. Its the future I reckon.
Anyway...A man kills a dear and takes it home. As a treat, he cooks it for his family but decides not to tell his children what it is they're eating
Child 1 : "Whats this Dad?"
Dad : "I'll give you a clue, its what Mum sometimes calls me"
Child 2: "Eugh don't eat it, its a f*cking ar*ehole"
Iiiiiii thank you :-)
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
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are you in hull at the weekend? me and tracy are going out for a meal saturday night, if you are in hull with your woman you are welcome to join us, let me know. ok evo if you must, i suppose gotta invite you even if you wont go.
Are you sure the hotel wasn't called the White Hart?
I wasn't in Hull that weekend Phil, soz
Yes it was supposed to say 'White Hart' but when you type as fast as I do, its easy for your brain to tell you the wrong spelling of things :-)
OK Phil, I'll come.
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