Dai Lowe Ⓐ🏴 (@dailowe) 's Twitter Profile
Dai Lowe Ⓐ🏴

@dailowe

tweeting what i'm eating, recipes on website, maybe 1 day published as the billy-no-mates cookbook
it/it
Occasionally laughing derisively at posts (🤣🤣🤣🤣)

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linkhttp://www.lucidity.ltd.uk/food/recipes.htm calendar_today10-02-2009 09:59:32

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I was offered a job in Mold in the late 80s Then I looked round Mold. That's twenty minutes of my life I'll never get back #TheChase

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Serves him right for being yet another middle offer wanker. My undying contempt is working overtime this week. Good job I'm off on me travels demain #TheChase

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200 years after the first railway passenger service was inaugurated, the 1420 from Stockton finally arrives at Darlington, on the opposite platform to my Azuma from Edinburgh (my original train was cancelled, of course) #TheChase #trains

200 years after the first railway passenger service was inaugurated, the 1420 from Stockton finally arrives at Darlington, on the opposite platform to my Azuma from Edinburgh (my original train was cancelled, of course)
#TheChase #trains
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Maybe I'm odd, but I hated that travesty of Bohemian Rhapsody I can rarely cope with pop songs watered down by orchestral arrangements and posh-diction choirs. The singer showed just how great Freddie was. But that's just me. It seems to have gone down well #lastnightoftheproms

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What's the secret of great #tippingpoint? Timing Tbh, I kept pressing (slightly) too late in 2018,but because there seemed to be a weird delay between my brane saying 'now!' and my hands saying, 'wot? Oh yeah' and pressing the fecking button!

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There was a young man from Argyle Who came on #TheChase for a whyle His knowledge lacked leggs Though he knew about Greggs And he left with no more than a smyle