After a great day's farming, there's nothing better than a good night out farming. Said Sloth.
Seeing as we have real creme fraiche over here, what better to bother Mumhead than to cook up her very own signature dish "Pasta Creme Fraiche"? Sarah-Jaye cooked us up a beauty, presented here by Extra Curly Top.
Farmed that out, before coming up with a use for the free bottles of Baileys we've been getting. Never drink the stuff, not good.
Dessert Derby, Queenstown StyleYou know the rules! Mr Fancy vs. Extra Curly Top, both donning beauties of ski suits, hair and the like. Steam puddings with ice cream, shot of Baileys each between each mouthful. Until the bottle's gone.
Got a video of that.
Baileys + Beer = CurdleNo sooner had we got into town had we started feeling the curdle. Ugh. Gin, please, followed by something like Chartreuse, Squashed Frogs?, Gin, Tequila, Sambuca, Jagers, beers and more beersh. Alan and Herman were out in force. All the usual, as soon as we got in anywhere, a barrage of "can we have our photo taken with you?" and plenty of farming. Great news.
Farmed out Winnies, where we (CT mainly!) hussled the pool table, The Buff, Tardis, Bunker and various other animals. Tried getting in the casino but no chance of that! Damn pikies.My Nottingham Pikie Casino membership didn't even work.
All went very wrong as the evening continued, big gaps dunno what went on, but it all ended in a damn big Ferg burger, Sloth somersaulting over a bike rack and "Dance MuthaFacker, Dance!!!" To be continued...
Photos are all here