MARROW AND FELLAINI

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ladies and Gentlemen i give you: MARROW AND FELLAINI!
the lanky moroccan, good with his head, likes to make the onion bag bulge
sigh, i can now safely retire from the world of football based home grown comedy vegetable puns
these flourished in the garden, first of the courgettes… but turn yer back for a minute and they swell into marrows
as for the yellow ones? gawd knows what they are, i have many of diverse sizes
i saved the seeds from last years very green conventional courgette/marrows and these sprung up… deffo squashes of some sort? presumably edible
he shall be cooked into a suitable tagine, with lots of spices and chick peas!
tho do appreciate the venn diagram overlap of my friends who like football, growing veg and genius puns is probs pretty small
don’t worry hippies, more spiritual gubbins to follow soon! time to finally wash off the glitter and on with work x

and his most famous photo for comparisson

ant: I guess this proves that you courgette what you pay for.

festie face

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festie face! like some sepia wee and tea stained old master portrait, and an impressive chameleon blending with the wall
a couple of consecutive long long 5am nights dancing like a nutter at bimble down the road
managed to neglect to take a single snap whilst there, yet great thanks to all the bonkers folk and co-boogiers
you guys were beautiful!! even if i can barely summon any names? a suprisingly healthy buddhafield contingent!… glitter, glory and sweat galore
sadly didn’t make it back this arvo, storms and perpetual snoozing
did manage one good dawn time deed picking a gaggle of trashed 18 year old gatecrashers up off the entrance road and taking them home to piddinghoe, beneath the grogginess, they were lovely… ooh we’ve most certainly all been there

… and mostly unrelated, always loved this botticelli, glimpsed whilst posting

paddle

Rich P: It’s like you’ve photoshopped your face onto Finn!

ha! yeah, poor fellow… and sometimes Sherbailey looks the spit of pam… many days i see my dads looking out the mirror back at me, beautiful the way resemblance ricochets down the generations, always with a slight twist, i’ve got mums eyes, whilst Finns are a sea green x

Ant: you have eyes?

careful or i’ll write you a birthday poem… folk are always commenting on how soulful my beautiful orbs are… years of wrinkle squinting have not diminished either their wisdom or power… yeah yeah yeah x

lol: This lovely looks SO fun!

‘oh i do like to be beside the seaside’, we’re so blessed to live here, come over and play, kayak splosh fun! x