These are a few of my favourite things
Darling Wifey: A comfy chair, a large bag of doritos & a selection of sour cream and salsa dips, a glass of chilled Touraine Sauvignon, and the latest Artemis Fowl, Harry Potter or Philip Pullman novel.
Little Madam: Anything that belongs to you. But a mobile ‘phone would be a good second choice. Please daddy, please. Daddy. Please daddy. Oh pleeeeeeeaaaaase!
Little Nutter: Italian garlic bread from the pizza delivery people. He likes to sit in the box whilst he eats it. He eats the middle bit first, and makes a track for his trains out of the crust. Well, how do you eat garlic bread?
Tiny Flirt: He’s got a wooden spoon, and it’s wonderful! You can hit things with a wooden spoon to see what noises they make. Little Madam cries, which makes Tiny Flirt laugh so hard he falls over. Little Nutter just ignores him. But best of all is the mummy and the daddy. It makes them cross, and that is really funny.
Yours Truly: Beer. (Men’s superiority is founded in our simplicity.)
Ahhh, but what kind of beer? There’s the question. And don’t dare tell me it doesn’t matter or I’ll be sure you’ve never tasted American beer!
Comment by ancarett — May 23, 2003 @ 12:18 am
American Beer is as American Beer does: PBR? Well, Mike loves it, I can pass. But Boston Beer Works Blueberry beer? With the blueberries in it? Floating up and down on the bubbles so that it’s like drinking a lava lamp? Now you’re talking.
My favorite things? Blueberrry beer. Sex. My bike. My cat. Dinner al fresco at The Harvest. And the word “mitten.”
Comment by Anne — May 23, 2003 @ 4:30 pm
I’m a closet beard-wearer when in comes to beer. I like old-fashioned English ales, so thick you could eat it with a fork, so strong that four pints puts you under the table, and (in the best establishments) served with a tea strainer so you can filter the sediment out.
Oh, and it must must must be served at room temperature. When the room is warmed by a roaring fire…
Comment by Gareth — May 23, 2003 @ 6:27 pm
Posted by: Gareth on May 23, 2003 06:27 PM
I’m a closet beard-wearer when in comes to beer. I like old-fashioned English ales, so thick you could eat it with a fork, so strong that four pints puts you under the table, and (in the best establishments) served with a tea strainer so you can filter the sediment out.
Oh, and it must must must be served at room temperature. When the room is warmed by a roaring fire…
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ah sounds bliss
we’ve got a great one that even has gas lighting!
Comment by Darren — May 24, 2003 @ 12:29 am