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If only the photo gave any indication of the size of the pan - that would be £50 worth of ready meals right there!

I'll have to remember it first, it was all a bit improvised. Or rather I can do the ingredients/method but not the specific quantities or timings, which I know you like to have (that's not meant to sound patronising but I realise it does ). Will have a look around online to see if there's something that looks similar.

It's looking a bit "gourmet supper chez CT" at the minute, but it tastes and smells lurvely.

Pray for a short circuit. Two birds, one stone.

Must've sat nicely alongside the no-brand gin and vodka of death.

You're not too bad yourself.

Whereupon CT returns from the M&S Food Hall with

Is correct. Don't mind Munich for a brief stay, but there's a forced jollity about the people/place that I've never quite got on with. Cracking grub though, if sheer volume is what you're after.

Got a gentle winter curry on the go. Picked up a load of carrots, swede, parsnips and butternut squash for about a quid from the local market, so they're busy filling my biggest pan to the brim as we speak . Green lentils, peas and coriander to be added in due course. I may need a bigger freezer.

This week is basically one long slog towards Friday, when I'll be heading off to the office Christmas party in Berlin. The prospect of a cold beer at Luton Airport on Friday lunchtime is dangling in front of me like the proverbial carrot.

Ta. Got all the rest of the setup in place, so I'll probably just pick up a second-hand VCR from the British Heart Foundation shop for £20 if I do decide the rest of the tapes are worth bothering with. Prevents outsiders from having to experience dodgy Eurovision national finals of the 1980s, too.

Gutted. Have been busy converting a bunch of videos to DVD recently - still got a ton of stuff on video worth keeping, believe it or not - and the old VCR has given up the ghost about a dozen tapes before the end of the odyssey.

Spot on aye.

Seems to be a spate of it at the minute. Get on the phone to your bank ASAP!

In London, certainly not. Dealt with at least half a dozen of them and they're all complete and utter c-words.

Aye.

Was just going to post the same clip. What a fucking twat.

Or the contents of LBT's sexay pants.

I have a Norwegian acquaintance who lists "taco" among his favourite foods as if it's a genre in its own right. "I like Italian, Indian, taco, Chinese...". Weirdo.

I've just received an invite to "The London Gay Symphonic Winds Christmas Cracker". Ever so slightly scared.

You say "there or there abouts" [sic] as if we were challenging for the title. What you mean is "we had an outside shot at finishing 4th but didn't".