ALL NIGHT DISCO WRECKED MY WEEKEND

hmmm....looks a bit FANCY to me.

Its not a slab of flour based yellow sauce between two solid blocks of shortcrust with a smear of icing sugar it

it's me eyes

they're not what they once were

either that or it's all the wine...

That's a bit closer Krasnyi, although there is a hint of the flakey or rough puff about the top layer of pastry.

However, in no circumstances would I recommend eating one at the desk, without a plate or cake fork. 

It was only the constant rain, rendering and college management that forced me to it.

Oh I do hope it is sunny for GM.

Sorry guys, in my opinion any kind of custard slice is a patethic effete excuse of a cake.

Real men and women (or at least those who still have all their own teeth) eat Gur Cake.

A flagon of cider and a slab of gur will see you through a day at GM, whatever the weather.

Gur Cake appears to be a form of butch bread pudding- with the added pastry top and bottom.

This can be  very tasty, but very heavy and filling.

What on earth is that?

Has it spread beyond Gwent, or is it a strictly local delicacy?

Do you eat it or throw it at people?

Do you have a picture of it?

margarine

my wife would agree and she used to make cakes for a living

HA HA know the feeling.

I'm still rendering.Hour to go.

Keep on trying to find people to talk to but it's deserted.

Yup, definetly no margarine - work of the devil.

The sun was shining in London today - I'd almost forgotten what that was like

... but it's pissing down now as I head home.

At approximately 5.45 pm a strange blue patch was seen in the sky over Birmingham, followed by a weird glowing globe, what's more the rain stopped.

something's seriously wrong man

isn't there a dedicated weather thread now ?

Lets keep on topic.
Last night I went to a disco., admittedly it only went on till 4 in the morning, and I left at 2.30. However I feel that it may have wrecked my weekend. I drank vast amounts of booze and am now quite hungover.
I drank spirits in the club as the beer was pants.
However I had three really nice pints of 'Out of Step' from the Offbeat brewery, in the pub first. I also had a rather stunning pint of 'Punk IPA' from Brewdog.
Because I am spending so much time at the bar, I have become slightly obsessed by beer.

Beer and music--thats my plan for my week off.Starting with a charity night tonight five bands for a fiver and 3am finish,then over to Manchester--a few pints of real ale in the Castle and then over to the Black Twig Pickers in the night and day cafe and back to Manc on Thursday to see the mighty Wooden Shjips in sound control.Need to get in practice after amonth off the beer.

I had the chance to go to a disco last night. But I didn't want to wreck my week end. I did however win a bottle of penderyn vodka in the raffle. So my weekend will be wrecked anyhow.

we had a caramel vodka last night

courtesy of the two friendly chaps in the excellent italian here

it tastes like creme caramel - but violently alcoholic

it was spectacularly good

but insanely dangerous

I do like dangerous drink.

Overproof rum, Obstler, schanpps,  agua dente. Penderyn is slightly overproof, but not absurdly.

I unstoppered my homemade lemon gin which has been lurking in a dark cupboard for two years for a first tasting - used it to make ultra gin and tonics.......mmmm it was sensational........very nearly wrecked my weekend.

 

Whoa, this is sliding down a bit.

Blue skies and sun in Birmingham - its freaking everyone out!

I think it's 'cos the Queen is visiting.

It hardly rained in the 'Tyd today.

The sun came out briefly.

Small children cried in terror.

A two headed lamb was seen walking through the Gurnos.

There's a large group of teenagers in the camping field next to us. 

I was expecting an all-night disco to wreck my weekend

but they were all tucked up in their sleeping bags by 10:30pm

the youth of today ... I give up on 'em

Hello Cyfarthfa, yes, as Gil Scot Heron used to say "I'm new here." 

I'm afraid no amount of noisy disco thumpin can stop me slipping into a dribbling coma once we get past midnight. I need my sleep, old age is a terrible thing.

 

Not personally. However dear daughter and her mates turned rather feral over the weekend and made rather more noise than some of our more civilised neighbours may have been happy with. 

My kids usually turn feral within minutes of arriving at Glanusk, only returning to the tent to forage for biscuits and sugary snacks.

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