remember beef stroganoff (no, not the russian prime minister - the meal...)

well, i actually had some today.

beef stroganoff!
the chips were as thick as the waiter, but they tasted good, too.

all i needed was a slice of black forest gateau and a snowball and i would have had to go to the charity shop for a seventies outfit.

alternatively, i suppose i could just open my wardrobe door ...
only kidding.

my clothes are bang up to date.
but i'm not telling you which date.