Beware of 'things' and 'stuff'.

Let me first say that I was feeling adventurous, and I thought I'd post a title completely unrelated to the post content! Woooo! Check me out! I'm a rebel!

I had a flan for lunch today. Yes, it was definitely flan. Real men don't eat Quiche. Although it is acceptable to ask for "a quickie" when in the canteen. When the Canteen women say "What?", you say, "Oh, I'm sorry, I meant quiche." Hehehe.

Anyway, I was suspicious that the flan was mocking me. So I made it some eyes, and discovered that yes, it was definitely mocking me.


You dare mock meeeee?!? This is how the flan looked when I removed it from it's box. Although without the eyes, obviously.

Yesterday, I went to the China House Pub with Laura and Nate for a spot of lunch, don'tcha know. The weather was Glovely, so we sat outside. This was the view.


Viewage.

Here's Laura. I'm posting this picture because I was most impressed that my phone took a picture into a sun so bright it was making me squint more than Dwane Dibley.


Egg!

Then Laura spilt her drink over Nate. It would've been ok if she'd just spilt her coke over the table, and Nate, as a small glass of coke wouldn't create much of spillage. But the problem was that she clipped her coke, with her hand whilst gestulating wildly, and then in the process of trying to catch her coke, she smacked Nate's almost full pint right to the table!

Tragedy! What a waste of beer! That wasn't the only thing though. A huge wave of beer rocketed across the table, and over the edge, all over Nate. I was sat next to Nate, but being a ninja, miraculously not a drop of coke or beer touched me. Nice.

The whole situation might not have been so bad, had I not erupted into extremely loud laughter. It was enough to make everyone in direct sight crane their heads to see what was going on. Hehehe.


Nate's Catalogue pose was completely ruined by the beer Tsunami.

Then I tried to make my arms look really long.


Instead of having really long arms, the photo just gave me huge, mammary-grabbing hands. It really does look like I'm lunging for boobies. But I wasn't. I cannot explain the facial expression though. You never know, I might have been saying, "Braaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiinnnnnnsssss!!!". You'll never know.

Later, we all went to the shop to get Ice Cream. As we approached, I started laughing. Again. This time it was because of a funny looking dog stood outside. It was a sort of bulldog, and much to my amusement was wearing a nekkercheif, like a cowboy! Laura and Nate went in the shop, where the dog's owner was, and I stayed outside with the dog.

Shortly, a couple walked up and stopped. The woman said to the man, "You wanted one of these, didn't you?".
"Yes" he replied, and started to pet the dog. After a couple of minutes, he turned to me, and said "What's his name?".
"Henry", I said immediately.
"Good boy Henry!", then he finished petting the dog and walked off with the woman.


Cowboy Dog!

Hehe. Suckers. :)