Toby's Rocket!

Last Thurday I stayed in with my Fiance called Minx and we had Coquille Saint Jacques. We like to call it Cock St Jaxx in as rough a cockney voice as we can muster to reflect the delicte french essence of the dish. It's a tasty seafood recipe of scalopes and prawns served in a shell with melted cheese on top. Then carrying on with the fine cuisine we had burgers and salad for the main washed down with loads of wine. Then crashed out in front of the TV to watch some BBC comedy and drink more wine. Culture.

Saturday saw me off on an all expenses trip to the races at Newmarket, thanks to a firm called Banjo that do a lot of work for my company.

We got there at 11:30am and headed for the marquee where our corporate hospitality was being laid on. No sooner had I got within 10 yards and a glass of Champers was put in my hand. Needless to say, I was a bit worse for ware upon my return home, minus £40. But it could have been a lot worse had there been a cash point near by. A great day out.

Last Friday saw the nice chilled-out event that was the Frost Man's surprise birthday party! And the surprise....Steve "The Body" T is upside-down your cherry tomato plant!

Steve hit the sauce after golf at 2pm, and by eleven he walking like a sailor on the deck of a storm engulfed ship. Then it wasn't long before he was abusing all in sight.

Nice sausages Jode.

A messy night. But "The Body" still managed to get up in the morning, drive to Oxford and crack on again (two nights)! Lawrence had less luck when he set off in the morning for Newque and ended up in Bristol/Wales depending on what side of the Severn you believe he was on.