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Can't be bothered to leave my apartment today, even for food, so having to make do with what I have lying around the place. Had a lunch of microchips, half a garlic baguette and a twix. 

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Can't be bothered to leave my apartment today, even for food, so having to make do with what I have lying around the place. Had a lunch of microchips, half a garlic baguette and a twix.

That sounds like the sort of shit I do, sometimes if I'm not at work I won't eat for 2 or 3 days purely because I can't be arsed to go out and buy food

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I need help settling a debate: Tucking shirts in to jeans, a smarter look, or too Jeremy Clarkson?

 

Tucked.

 

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Untucked.

 

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That's my rule anyway. This just looks horrid.

 

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Beans on toast > poetry.

 

Now I'm a fan of beans on toast (spesh with cheese & hot sauce) but that is gibberish, good sir.

 

 

Too true, especially for someone from a country with such a great literary tradition. 

 

Then again...

 

 

Beans on Toast

Those beans on toast. Those beans on toast.

They are the meal I love the most

And when I come back as a ghost

I'll moan 'Oh, give me beans on toast'..

I don't like fish or caviare.

Those beans on toast are best by far.

I eat them driving in my car.

I sing them odes on my guitar.

I eat them when the blues attack.

I eat them lying on my back

for supper and mid morning snack

in Sunday best or dirty mac.

I'll eat them on the bedroom floor.

I'll eat them hanging from the door.

And if I've won (or been defeated)

I'll gobble beans when gently heated

served with bread that's toasted lighty

twice by day and three times nightly.

I'll get my fill by any means 

of beans on toast (oh toast and beans!)

I don't need fame. I don't need cash

and those in love are being rash.

What would I do if fate decreed

that I must lose my daily feed?

Well, do you really want to know?

Oh please don't ask. It irks me so.

When I'm abroad from coast to coast

each hostelry serves beans on toast.

When paying visits any host

must welcome me with beans on toast.

Oh beans on toast. Oh beans on toast.

Oh give me, give me beans on toast.

I don't like folk who fuss and boast

about their blessed Sunday roast.

I say, "I do not want your  joint."

Well that's enough... I've made my point.

 

© East Hull Bard. All rights reserved, 2 months ago

 

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Ah, "Bean Poetry"...Here's my all-time fave:

 

"Beans, beans, the musical fruit,

The more you eat, the more you toot

The more you toot, the better you feel,

And now you're ready for another meal!"

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Can't be bothered to leave my apartment today, even for food, so having to make do with what I have lying around the place. Had a lunch of microchips, half a garlic baguette and a twix.

That sounds like the sort of shit I do, sometimes if I'm not at work I won't eat for 2 or 3 days purely because I can't be arsed to go out and buy food

 

 

I've never gone that far! Just had a text off my Dad asking me round for dinner if I want. That's me sorted! I was looking at the prospect of having porridge for dinner otherwise!

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I got a text form a friend today, she's Nepalese...

 

Maybe you guys can help decipher it for me:

 

"Lastnite Lorenzo and Ken had a huge fight and Lorenzo crushed him out and the trend him! It was do bad!"

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