Wednesday night, ten beers in, four lads sitting in a pub after a healthy violent debate on whether Formula 1 is a sport or not, which first began back in 2004. Somebody, from a distance, like a mythical wizard or long lost Mitchell relative whispers the word ‘… strippers’. Now in days gone by, that would have been the queue to get some some money out, and prepare for the ball-numbing frustration that is sexy Russians you can’t touch even if you pay them. But, however, we are all now of an age….
… the eldest turns to us all, eyes forlorn with responsibility…. “I can’t go lads, I’m saving up to buy a new kitchen’”.
Now instead of the response I expected, which would have been vitriolic condemnation… Instead, we all turned to him… his face clearly expecting a barrage… we all turned, and one of my other chums bravely asked…. “what kind of taps are you thinking of getting”.
Where did the years go? If you’re interested, a granite worktop with silver taps. Very nice indeed.
lol, it is a nice looking kitchen to be fair.