i'm gonna have a kebab. probably a kofte or maybe a lamb shish.
Hey, if you're sly, you can stop on your way home at the excellent Olympic Kebab/Burger emporium near to the Hootahob and shovel a shish down your gob without the wife knowing
i'm gonna have a kebab. probably a kofte or maybe a lamb shish.
Hey, if you're sly, you can stop on your way home at the excellent Olympic Kebab/Burger emporium near to the Hootahob and shovel a shish down your gob without the wife knowing
I like the sound of noodies.
Not sure what I'm having yet but I'm feeling the need for chilli.
oh, and i was about to invite you round for fish n chips / kebab / beer
but i wont now
enjoy your home alone time
she knows - it was her suggestion. i said "shall i have a curry or a kebab?" and she said "kebab". i'll be home alone. kebab, booze, and then an early night cos i is knackered.
Take out from Bamboula not sure what exactly.....
Chilli's a drug, pure and simple. I'm hopelessly addicted and I couldn't care less.
Olympic Kebab/Burger emporium
Taiwanese hotpot, minus the dim sum
So chicken thighs simmered in chicken stock, coriander, pak choi, spring onions, and a dash of soy sauce - with egg noodies
For some reason 'noodies' makes me think of a bloke in a mac selling poor quality pornography in a side alley.
'Ere, guv, wanna see some noodies?'
Anyhow. That's not got much to do with dinner, has it?
As you were.
Know it's messy, had it at yours before innitoh good - a smile it's quite messy to eat too...so no change for me there then
Know it's messy, had it at yours before innit
Your memory is fucked dearI knew that!