MAX COOKS TOO!
This morning I woke up without a hangover but felt I deserved one. After hanging out with Max all day, talking about Pantie Wetters, Nannies, Turncoats and Dead or Alive, we went into Soho to see Pippa and Nathaniel and drink some wine. A more wine later at The Three Greyhounds [my first blush since 'The DJ Assualt Night' that I could finish] and then some Geisha Rocks at Abeno Too I was sending random texts about spiritual vibes to God only knows who.

Lovely! So pretty - like sour cherries.
Max had cooked me an Apple and Rhubarb crumble. Until then, all I had heard about Max's cooking capabilities was from his old flatmate Neil who had seen Max take the top off a yoghurt pot and that was it.
But check this out:


I am Max's fantasy girlfriend. But he is always asking me if I had sex with a woman. I always get out of answering by asking him if he ever had sex with a woman. He never answers either. Man of mystery.

Look at the AWESOME temperature guage on the oven! It reminds me of Gary Numan or The Buggles or something. So jealous. And such a neat crumble.

YUM. And by now, Alex T had come over to Max's too so we all sat and ate crumble together like naughty school children telling naughty jokes.

Here is Max's knicker drawer. No he isn't at all anal.
And check this garden out that Max made. It used to be just rocks and weeds and nothing. It was just nothing and it is so beautiful now.

I'm totally jealous that Max and Pippa are off to Paris this weekend and I couldn't afford to go to. They will be eating Omlettes washed down with Rose without me. :(
xx Lektrogirl

Lovely! So pretty - like sour cherries.
Max had cooked me an Apple and Rhubarb crumble. Until then, all I had heard about Max's cooking capabilities was from his old flatmate Neil who had seen Max take the top off a yoghurt pot and that was it.
But check this out:


I am Max's fantasy girlfriend. But he is always asking me if I had sex with a woman. I always get out of answering by asking him if he ever had sex with a woman. He never answers either. Man of mystery.

Look at the AWESOME temperature guage on the oven! It reminds me of Gary Numan or The Buggles or something. So jealous. And such a neat crumble.

YUM. And by now, Alex T had come over to Max's too so we all sat and ate crumble together like naughty school children telling naughty jokes.

Here is Max's knicker drawer. No he isn't at all anal.
And check this garden out that Max made. It used to be just rocks and weeds and nothing. It was just nothing and it is so beautiful now.

I'm totally jealous that Max and Pippa are off to Paris this weekend and I couldn't afford to go to. They will be eating Omlettes washed down with Rose without me. :(
xx Lektrogirl













