2wo 1/2alves of a bacon and egg buttie exchange fluids on a cold Sunday morning. They had pepper in them!

I've got a new sofa.

Part of a u shaped sausage has been sliced and placed on top of a buttered, end piece of white bread. It has been anointed with hot chilli sauce.

To the left is a remnant.

Disaster strikes as a cage loaded with lager and beer crashes to the floor in Tescos. The aisles were awash with it. What a sensless waste of human life.

A cheesy, bacony omelette is being cooked in a round pan. It's what you do after the pub, isn't it. It was eaten with toast and brown sauce.

Miss Carly's dinner of lamb with mash and carrots lies on the bar top in the Argyll. I don't fancy it.

The mighty Wheatsheaf glows ghostly in the winter evening air. It is full of boozers and chompers.

The remnants of fried egg on toast loiter on a plate after a protracted session in 2wo pubs and a flat.

Hi ho. The wind and the rain.

Mustard enhanced grilled cheese on toast is what this is. Welsh rarebit in fact, except that the mustard was Polish.