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Mr ms and ms#5 consuming pizza. Don't much like the grease laden dough that comes from our local emporium. So either need to stir my arse to MaccyD's drive thru, or make do with Rice Krispies and wine.
I had pizza this evening, and the delivery didn't take the usual 90 mins.
Couldn't be ar$ed cooking funnily enough
"Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what's for lunch." - Orson Welles
I was going to stay in, but a mate who doesn't come out much fancied going for a pint, so I did
Walking back, we passed a side road where we observed three police vans and five or six police cars congregating, clearly intent on doing something in the immediate future.
On the next side road, we observed a couple of large groups of people, male and female, who seemed to have fundamental disagreements about some matter. The impression was that either one or two house parties had emptied into the road for the purpose of engaging in learned (or possibly not) disputation. No actual fisticuffs were apparent, and the females on both sides seemed to be particularly gobby. A taxi was making its way nervously towards some of them, but the others seemed disinclined to move any time soon.
I suspect they all suddenly got corralled from either end of the road by the multitude of coppers from the next street within a few minutes, doubtless to the great satisfaction of the other few dozen households in the street who were trying to get some sleep
Local accents seemed to be much in evidence, so I don't think that one can be blamed on students
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