Sometimes LADS just need to be LADS. LADS. For certain gents this can mean getting tanked up and getting their fists out. For others it can involve visiting a sexy emporium for a cheap, yet attention-seeking thrill.
However, we did something a little different. The other Wednesday night we managed to smash through some breathtakingly stubborn culinary taboos to enjoy a Lasagne sandwich. The best thing about it was the fact it was just one of a number of LADDISH activities we enjoyed. Who would have thought it? I was convinced you could only be so LADDISH in one evening. But, if you put your mind to it, you can do a range of manly tings.
Our evening began with some nerdy record buying in Soho, then onto a Sam Smith's boozer for their legendary £2.20 pints of Alpine. It was at this stage that the first Lasagne sandwich was unleashed. Despite looking like the sort of munch that only a terminally drunk goat could enjoy, this 'fusion' fodder is actually delicious. I don't use the word 'fusion' lightly. It's filling sure. Yet intensely delicious. In the long hot summer of 2010, the double carb hit is where it's at.
Being in Soho, arguably the must-head destination for a perve in the smoke, there was only one to take the evening deeper. Sex shops. Not for the pornography. But for the room odouriser. Turns out honking on poppers just outside Tottenham Court Road Tube is an intriuging look for tourists. Breath it in babes. And also arguably the only way to open up the stomach muscles to ingest more double carb action.
Back at the ranch, and with the scent of amyl burning the nose hair, we set about grilling the other lasagne sandwich. Grill it we did. If Deilia was dead, which I don't think she is, she would have been turning in her grave.
It was perhaps the most LADDISH evening of 2010. I've never felt more manly. Props to D for the images and video. Apologies for the ugliness...