New Year's.

So New Year's Eve was probably our worst ever. We put Lucas to bed.. and it was nice watching your usual 'year in review' comedy event on the BBC along with singing from Albert Hall.. but we both crashed into bed just after midnight.

Naturally, New Year's was another excuse for the locals to go crazy with their firework, transforming downtown Banbury into a warzone once more.

We were rather sad and depressed after that, thankfully my workmate Jimmy came to the rescue and cooked us an amazing New Year's day feast that was un...be...leave...abull**.

Jimmy had managed to cook a five-course dinner all by himself. He's the kind of guy who realises at the last minute that there isn't any tartare sauce to go with the prawns... so he just makes it himself from scratch in under three minutes.

Entree was vegetable soup, followed by crab in filo pastries, followed by a salmon roulade with prawns. We also had some bacon-rolled olives for nibblies.

Main was lamb provencal.. cooked to perfection (i.e. not too French). Dessert was ...some chocolate fudgy cakey cherry thing.

All washed down with a bottle of Sauternes, followed by a bottle of Bordeaux, with some Champagne to finish it off.

And to top it all off, Lucas got a nice present as well.

Cheers to you Jimmy, for a superb and memorable evening!!




**Makes sense if you've seen 'The Adventures of Ford Fairlane'