People, this is not a drill. Sound the sirens, grab the megaphones and wear loose-fitting trousers – I went to a restaurant serving real roti canai.
Feast your eyes on these beauties.
People, this is not a drill. Sound the sirens, grab the megaphones and wear loose-fitting trousers – I went to a restaurant serving real roti canai.
Feast your eyes on these beauties.
It’s a blog first, peeps: I took the photo!
On a phone!
(Which are two reasons why it’s a bit pants.)
Old-fashioned people like me sometimes enjoy a nice Horlicks or Ovaltine before bedtime.
In fact I often enjoy them during the day too, as I can’t bring myself to like tea or coffee. My drink taste buds are firmly grounded in childhood, meaning I also don’t enjoy wine (unless used in cooking) or most alcohol (unless buried in a cocktail or smothered with juice or tonic).