a poor student in Plymouth
and we decided the best course of action one Saturday night was to go to the pub (just for a change y'see) and after countless double house g&t's, bottles of Old Rosie and possibly a Gas Chamber i woke up to realise my girlfriend was away, i was on my friends sofa with a whole packet of cocktail sticks Airfix glued to my arm and half a lime down my pants... I woke my friend, his girlfriend, his housemates, our friend down the road, our other friends down another road and proceeded to the butchers...

We then splurged as much as we had in the pub (a.k.a a lot) on a huuuuuge lump of pork, bacon, mushrooms, veg, and wine and went back for bacon, egg and mushroom sandwiches then dedicated the rest of the day to producing a high standard pork roast dinner, roasting it for over 6 hours and ending up with a meal better than any carvery or posh restaurant roast. We ate till we couldn't move, quaffed wine till hangovers were something for the next day and sat watching funny telly. For that hungover day we ate like true bourgeoisie, and went to bed with full term food babies.

And were poverty stricken for the next fortnight :)
(saint_edward, Wed 3 Aug 2011, 5:30, Reply)