January is nearly kaput - and pheweee at times it's been tough. A classic case of post-NYE blues, no dosh and the outside occasionally being colder than the uncovered willy of an eskimo. But despite the standard January fare of chilly despair, there's still been some shit out there worth crowing about. The BDO World Professional Darts Championship at the start of 2012 gave us a reason to get out of bed at the weekends, despite the early departure of favourite Martin 'Wolfie' Adams from the tournament. Our shit telly even decided to work for a brief, wonderful weekend when there were more 'Shanghais in the madness' than you could shake a stick at. The only downer was witnessing Stockport's Silverback lose out in the final. Tony! - gutted for you mate.
January was also large for a delicious cocktail of reasons - not only did we watch a shitload of darts but we started playing it courtesy of investing in a set of 'arrows' and throwing them in the general direction of the board. Many domestic culinary master pieces were nailed. I started a new job. Which I like. Wonders will never ruddy cease...
Winning
The tell tale sign of 'The Child' (our flat mate) being in ... Number 1 - an open loaf
Number 2 - open (obvs) jar of peanut butter
Number 3 - The cupboard door is ajar...
The Child cooking up a frozen soup - Sisters are doing it for demselves...
Barbecue Xpress - Fried chicken stand up!
Mateeeeeeeeee
Poached eggs - In 2012 we're doing things differently...
The sort of sartorial elegance of which even Bobby George would be proud
New shoes
Power, corruption and lies. On a mantlepiece
Darts fucking darts
Taste sensation
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