I was down at the open air pub just now and they were playing the Mamas and Papas "California Dreaming", hearing the song made me think of San Francisco, which is where I last heard it, in a similar setting from a van near the beach. I came up with this analogy:
If California is like a nice juicy flame-grilled burger made of premium choice organic beef, this place is more like a frozen tofu burger that tastes like plastic, has the texture of cardboard and costs twice as much.
Don't know how you can eat breakfast. I usually can't face eating any food until about 2pm at the earliest.
I blame it on my past heroin use as food was never my main concern at that time.
sausages, bacon (shit bacon though), eggs, tomatoes, toast, mushrooms....2 more coffees and a spliff, gonna get on the ribena now. And think about what to eat for lunch.
fuck knows what is going on...just polished off the whole pack of six bangers. Would totally recommend them. The whole pack was only 336 cals and 13.2g of Fat. Tasty as fuck too.