I've decided I won't be attending Maxi Priest's 60th birthday celebrations in June. The last time I hung out with Maxi, about eight years ago, I ended up trouserless, light by £1800, and suffering a weird deja vu that lasted the best part of a month. Nope, I'm too old for that sort of caper.
You are never too old to wake up in a field with your trousers round your ankles and a sore bottom with no idea how you got there.
Mushrooms are the food of the Gods. I love mushrooms, me. Although, ironically I ****ing detest mushroom soup.
I'm not going to listen to the opinion of a square heided simpleton that can't put up a ****ing hammock for ****s sake!!
I'd demolish that and get a free breakfast every time I go. Minus the haggis like because it's ****ing rank.
Well why don't you and if you do finish it the guy will give £50 to charity but if you don't finish it in time then you pay double and the guy would give that to charity. Money where you mouth is as it were.