This is the main course for tomorrow. Border collie cooked in a white wine sauce with shallots and garlic.

This was my tea last night. I had him baked in in a clay pot with some green salad and grated cheese. I washed him down with a glass of Australian wine. After that I went back to bed.

A nice pork chop with a huge wad of fat on it mingles with some black pudding and apple sauce in a pub somewhere in Wales. I rammed it into my cakehole and chewed it hard.

Now who's this then?????

A couple of clues. He likes Nigerian lager and supports Everton and Ireland. Well. What more can I say.

A cyberman approaches the bar in the Argyll.

A group of 70's people in a ship's bar in Durban.

This attractive girl came and posed outside the car-wash in Mostonia one evening, long ago.

Now this is an example of a gentleman who's eaten far to much tandoori chicken. All this could have been avoided if he'd just stuck to eating scouse.

An older version of the USS Egerton Arms follows the Argyll through the rift in time and space.

I cannot believe I let her do this to me. But I did. Thankyou Miss Ema. x

Commander Carole relaxes in an off duty period. She came outside for a smoke but seems to have got her cigarette confused with a bottle of beer.

An older version of the Federation Pubship Argyll appears in Eastham through a rift in the fabric of time and space. If anyone knows what I'm talking about would they PLEEEEZ tell me.

This is Mister Mike on one of his many phones. Mister Mike can do the crossword, play a game on one of his phones, talk to a girl in the United States and drink a pint of Nigerian lager all at once. He's a marvel.

The one known as Nogs exposes his chest. Thank goodness it was only his chest.

Times change but I don't.

This man is a tad foolish. He has a new phone contract with loads of free texts which he does not need. So what does he do? He sends blank texts to everyone just to use them up. The word "idiot" springs to mind.