The continued silence on this blog is, I know, uncharacteristic. However, this weekend it was justified, as I drove out into the rolling Wiltshire countryside to partake of fine beers with The Englishman.
I drove straight from work on Friday and arrived at the Englishman's castle, in the middle of nowhere (but in a good way) at about 9pm, whereupon we almost immediately repaired to the pub to drink several pints in swift succesion.
The next morning entailed an early start (to the drinking, in my case), as we partake in the Grand Chilli Cook-off in front of the pub. Although I had strenuously maintained that I would not be cooking, I was nevertheless persuaded to stir the chilli from time to time.
Your humble Devil was surely the only person in the history of time to cook over a barbeque in a suit, evidence of which can be found over at the Castle.
Here, you can see the Englishman modelling a rather dashing red shirt and funky hat whilst commenter NBC looks on (face obscured by request).
Now, onto those bastard troughing MPs...