Lastnight, I decided to be responsible - I stayed in and cleaned my place up, mop the floor, put the hover over and ensure the place looked spick and span for the visit of Lovely Philippa. We've been friends for yonks, and have alot of respect for her - but she did go on about how messy my place was the last time she came down - so I made a special effort.
Anyhooo, it got to around 8pm lastnight and Debbie MSN'd me, asking if I wanted to order anything from Dominoes Pizza, as they were about too - sounded like a plan, so agreed and asked for some potato wedges and a medium sized pepperoni pizza. 30 or so minutes later - covered in dust and sweat, the pizzas turned up - where Debbie announced that they had an offer on for 2p more than what I wanted, and this came with Garlic Pizza Bread, Potato Wedges, Pizza and Diet coke. I can put away pizza's and food - but I struggled - so sat down with a coke, then followed by a can of Stella and watched the final to Big Brother.
Anyhooo, going on a tangent slightly, Philippa turns up at the station at around 12:37 this afternoon, the rain chucks it down - just like the last time she came down, so announcing she was hungry, we dropped her bags off. Thinking she would be pretty impressed with the way my place had been cleaned up - she tutted in her usual way, moaned about how she would need to spend hours cleaning my place up and why cant boys clean. Really!!?!??? I was gobbed smacked - although I do believe she only does it to wind me up, she basically pulled apart the flat, then hrm'd and har'd a little more before stating she needed food before she ate her bag.
Worst news EVER!! We got to the Hogs Head (now the Old Butchers - but it just seems wrong) where the Everton - Man U game was on - a little busy but we still managed to get a seat. Keely was there, I'm assuming with her bloke while Jack and Stevie R were there watching the game seperately, so said a quick hello. Anyhow, the bad news - the Hogs Head, have stopped, selling, HOT BEEF SANDWICHES. After promising Pippa the best sandwich she would ever have - I was gutted, almost close to tears others would say.
So, walking around town in the pouring rain, Philippa would constantly remind me that I wasnt wearing a big coat, nor did I have an umbrella - and should buy a "packamac" or an umbrella. Instead, I bought a pair of puma trainers, a magazine and she bought some jeans from FatFace (surfing shop - not a shop for people with fat faces). We got some food to settle down and have a quiet night, sadly having to reject Captain Blunty's kind offer to go to Kenilworth for a boozy session.
Still in tears about the Hot Beef Sandwiches :o( Philippa is watching James Bond, while I slave over a hot stove.