To start proceedings your darling Eggsley felt it necessary to prepare his own Full English.
The glorious sausage (more on sausages to follow) is notably absent due to budgetary constraints imposed following a night with His Royal Purpleness last Sunday (and a subsequent two-day hangover). However, what is included is:
Bacon (3 rashers)
Potatoes (for a lack of hash browns and desire to not eat chips)
The beans are of the 57th variety, and the eggs sadly are liable to have been battery-farmed due to Lord Tesco’s ambivalence towards ethics. Taste, however, was not compromised, with the burst yolk of the fried egg wonderfully complimenting the fluffy potatoes and the bacon adding a delicate touch of saltiness to proceedings.
The day is a beautiful one, and in reality it is far too late to be eating breakfast (unemployment can be a wonderful thing), but my arteries needed clogging and turning down the opportunity to start the day right would be the 8th deadliest sin, had Our Lord had the foresight to see His religion spread to these shores.
Lurvensteen accompanies me on this culinary delight as we stuff our fat (and bony) faces with glorious nosh.
“I’m seeing Weezer tonight. I hope he doesn’t play anything post-2001 except Pork and Beans.”
Bacon and beans would be more fitting.