So Alicia sits down in my kitchen (cos she's my mate) and says she would like a cake for her birthday. I asked her if she had any idea and she said 'er, a cake'. I told her she was a bad client and to go away and have a think. So she did. The 80s. She loved that 'zany' pattern that is on the front of the cake (hello fancy paper), that freaky arse clown doll, monchichi's, rainbow brite and the care bears. All of which made it onto the cake. Including that terrifying clown doll. I was given three of those feckers as a kid. I hate clowns and dolls and ... yeah, cheers for that. The cake is an 8" chocolate fudge atop a 10 dummy tier.
I met Ger for lunch today
1 year ago