Medieval Times....

For big Mike's birthday he arranged to go to Medieval Times and it was the funniest thing I've ever seen. Think Lord of the Rings meets a pantome at the Hippodrome in Brissle.


We hired a bus and it was just like one of the buses from Southpark. We drank beer and some other stuff that was right ropey and pulled up into the Castle that was lit up like Blackpool. There were performing horses, knights fake fighting with swords, chicken legs, hunks of bread and no cutlery and crazy people waving flags.





Our Knight was the green knight, a greasy bad ass knight - so we just had to have a photo with him!


The fake British accents were sooo bad it was hilarious (although Suzy and I have decided we might get a job there for the crack).



Unfortunately there was no pudding to do medieval teeth - sorry J. Wood. Next time.

Tea, pimms and cheese and cucumber sandwiches....receipe for success

My husband and I (suzo) decided to have a wee house warming and what better theme than a British Party. The invites went out (with a list of suggestions as to who to dress up as, as we were a bit worried it was going to be a Beckham / Simon Cowell themed party) and man did the yanks go to town. We provided Pimms (which the lawyer from work managed to get drunk on)...we had crumpets, cheese and jam sandwiches, pigs in blankets, cheese and pineapple on sticks - all we were missing were some scotch eggs.

We let the neighbours know that it might be slightly loud (with the built in surround sound in our apartment!) and invited them to join (which they politely declined) and it was a hilarious night. The Queen and Amy Winehouse had a dance off - the British quiz was won by one of the brits girlfriends (but no cheating was observed) and we even had two Suzy's at the party (The Val....pure genious).

All in all it was a mint night. At the end of our Do, we rocked on to a Jersey Shaw party, which was by no way as good as ours - although I'm not sure I could see to really qualify this statement.

The only thing that went missing was our British Cock('rell) which is being held hostage by the Winehouse....We miss our British cock Barry....

Red wine teeth...

I just had to post a separate note about the best product out on the market (although this idea was always going to be my dragons den pitch...damit) And for those that don't know me too well, I love a good glass of red (or more often a bottle...don't tell Mary). Rioja is always a winner with the badger. And when you are on a night out, no-one wants red wine teeth that makes you look like medieval times. So, being a Nation that is all about the bright white smile, they have these test tube things that you can take in your handbag (or should I say purse) and you rub it on your teeth and bob's your uncle, you have white teeth again. I'm definitely bringing these back and the crest whitening strips. No more smiles like a bag of chips for the Brits :)