There is something uniquely chappy about devouring a plate of sauteed lamb's kidneys with toast, a shoulder of said lamb, fondant potatoes, kale and the most unctuous apple crumble I have ever tasted with light frothed custard - and then finding oneself so egg-bound from the custard that one is resorting to double-dropping senokot and a fibre tablets all washed down with a glass of fybogel to get it all moving again.
Thank god I have been laying off the Joy of Figs today as well.
I feel sorry for the Scot, who ate 10 eggs in a fish pie and is challenging the fellow who ate a box of dairy fudge with a bottle of cream soda for stickiness quotient.
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Crap uncurrent pilot, occaisional yachtsman, driver of a gas guzzler, Northern Exile, Idler, International drunkard and traveller and furiously henpecked by The Dere Northerner
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