Getting prepared for the MLCCC Christmas Dinner, so did a quick review of the lads, you know, who will be here and what did they fancy. I know what I don’t fancy. Candied yams.

So Gunther sent off a mail to Bulldog’s:

Is Bulldogs open on Christmas Day and are you taking bookings for large groups for Christmas lunch?

We have between 10 and 15 people interested. Would prefer the VIP room at back with the balcony.

Please send: Christmas Menu (British – no yams please)

Price: per person or total & what it includes?

Cheers

The reply:

We of course can make “non- yams” X’mas Lunch.
BTW, could you kindly let us know what’s your budget for food and drinks per person?

Cheers,

Obi Yingying Perry

My reply to Gunther: “Obi Yingying Perry? I wonder if that’s Old Yingying Perry?”
Gunther: “Could be, could be. I’ll wager she hasn’t heard the name Obi Yingying for many years. And she definitely doesn’t recognise those droids…. which is weird cos she should..”
Gunther: “Can you imagine what the banter will be like about Obi with 10 of us around a table after ales?”
Me: “You mean multiple arrrrrl?”
Gunter: “That’s the one. Just thinking. Internets were created in our life time. We will be the only generation that can remember what it was like before internet - the launch - then the aftermath. How better to celebrate securing our place in history than by doning a Bacardi witches hat and skulling an ale this saturday?”

I fyyyuking love him. But not in a rollerblading to a yoga class with a slice of quiche in one hand and a pink Walkman in the other kind of way.

I also love this joke:

What’s the hardest thing about rollerblading?
Having to tell your parents you’re gay.