We don't bother with gifts/flowers anymore, sometimes go out for a drink n food.
Bunch of roses going for £275 in London, she'd smack me about the head if I spent that.
Think I've mentioned before there's more than one father in our family and my oldest brother has hinted he knows who he is.
Told him more than once that my Dad brought me up.
Born in Gorleston on sea and lived here all my life, as were my parents.
Spoiled the brew with Mandi as she's from chadderton near Manchester so at least the kids won't be boning each other.
Mandi's been going on about watching the matrix movie, had a look and no-ones showing it any more.
Home this weekend apart no doubt for some bloody shopping.
Dragged all the bikes out for a run up this morn, all started bar the TDM. Think it's pissed as I put it away covered in shit from the last ride.
It's things like this that almost convince me that the danger's real. Not that I don't believe there's something out there.
But why would you take you new born to a party at No10, is he really that thick.
It's so you get that nice line of dirty water up your back when its raining.
Something you'd know nothing of.
Looks more like a bike, I'd test ride it.