The waffles will go down in history as nice waffles.
Cometh the waffle, cometh the waffle-maker.
A superb at I & R's Saturday last, the blogging of which I have left almost criminally late. It wasn't just about waffles, it was also about chocolate - of the fountain variety. We all enjoyed getting sticky as a direct result of this. I know of at least one person who lost a strawberry in the fountain, but nothing was said, so I think we got away with it.
Curried Chocolate and Rebecca'd chocolate.
Toni seems happy in her work, and that's a good thing.
Sometimes, it's just about coming together and being reasonably silly whilst eating and drinking good things. I'm tempted to say that that's all it's about, but I know I am quite, quite wrong there. Andyhow, as we struggled and stumbled back home, there was a warm glow surrounding me.
Funny, I don't remember eating ready-Brek.
Do you guys have parties every weekend? ..... NBTS becomes almost tempting!
Posted by: Mr .Mavin | September 15, 2006 at 07:49 AM
Yes we do, all the time, Argyle Terrace has never been so cosmopolitan. Its a chance to forget who we are and have fun. As you can see we do.
Posted by: Rebecca | September 15, 2006 at 09:19 AM
Sure - it's a party town!
Posted by: Andy Curtis | September 15, 2006 at 10:52 AM
The waffles were good, the chocolate fountain was good, the company was good and Ian's middle-life crisis haircut was ... well, it was a haircut. ;-)
Posted by: Liz Curtis | September 15, 2006 at 12:46 PM
Party time at No.8 looked fab wish we could have been there, next time there will be no stopping us.
Posted by: fave sis michelle | September 15, 2006 at 09:15 PM