I bet that knapsack contains sourdough rye loaves, sourdough white loaves, baguettes, buns, cakes...
I bet that knapsack contains sourdough rye loaves, sourdough white loaves, baguettes, buns, cakes...
As the selfie thread has recently become a little petrol-headed I told Lego Marchbanks I was going to take a picture in my car. He snorted with derision and told me this was a job for a proper vehicle, not a Skoda. Moments later he jumped into his hot rod, said he was off to the Dales to join you lot for a few days rubber burning and red-lining (whatever they are, they sound borderline illegal to me) and roared off into the sunset with his trunnions blowing in the wind, leaving nothing but a noxious black cloud behind him. He might even have been grinning. It’s hard to tell.
I won’t pass the message on, Jennifer - Lego Marchbanks is already insufferably vain, and it would only make him worse. I know for a fact he dyes his beard - his is still red, whereas mine now has thick stripes of grey. He’s not back yet so I imagine he’s still tearing round Yorkshire with his foot to the floor, singing Beach Boys’ songs about the finer points of carburettor adjustment.This has to be the coolest selfie yet. Love the selfie and the narrative.
You look scarily like someone I know. But if you and she knew each other I don’t know who would be the more offended by that.That FaceApp now changes gender too. Me and nephew at Duxford.
You look scarily like someone I know. But if you and she knew each other I don’t know who would be the more offended by that.
No offence, Toni, but to quote Chandler Bing “Well, they won’t be coming back down again!”You would, though, wouldn’t you
No, just no.That FaceApp now changes gender too. Me and nephew at Duxford.
That like was a negative by the way. I can't unsee it.