Went to a birthday party full of screaming sprogs, booze and massive drugs. The sprogs were confined to the living room while the gentlemen retired to the garden to indulge in recreational pharmaceuticals. Then I went home.

Alt: if it's a proper steak, just seared bleu and served with rock salt and possibly garlic butter. And spring veg cooked in butter and some form of chipped potato. And a nice red. I'm hungry now.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Tue 5 May 2015, 10:27, Reply)