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Thursday, 24 January 2013
Curse you Games Workshop
For those that like a laugh, my Illuminati 'veering towards Slaneesh because he's the devil with the best tunes' Chaos Warband is on show in the window of the Bluewater Shop. I post the warlord here to show the colour scheme.
Of course this meant entering the Dreadful Place and I was twenty Quid down and clutching a box of Raptors when my wife marched me out.
Still I treated her to lunch at Harry Ramsdens so marital bliss was restored.
The stall next door to HRs in the fast food hall was attempting to sell Indian street food. A couple of British Indian girls looked at it suspiciously before joining the queue at KFC.
The only customer I saw there while I was waiting for my fish to cook was an English Lady-Who-Lunches clutching a Guardian.
Funny old place, Southern England.
I love what you did with him.
ReplyDeleteYou are very kind, Timothy.
DeleteWill the raptors be joining the ill humaniti or the Alfa Romeo Leigion ?
ReplyDeleteps. Well done restoring marital bliss with fish and chips, it usually costs me a trip to the west end.
The products of Fiat.
DeleteThe West End option has been utilised when necessary in chez Lambshead.