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i'm gonna go eat it now. bye
joe's cafe, cally road.
set 6, extra sausage, tea, toast and a can of cola. with the observer and a good few cigarettes.
smoking makes you die.
and I'm sitting eating a lime for my breakfast/lunch
it perfectly compliments the tea and bacon.
after a night out i like a watered down mcdonalds coke rather than a can of can't.
can you cook potatoes?
garlicky herby fuckers
mashed fuckers with swedes and shit
cola AND tea?
but you shall learn. Joe's Cafe is the only place to be at 12pm on a Sunday.
THE ONLY PLACE.
i still couldn't stomach cola AND tea in the same sitting.
are your insides made of asbestos?
Official guide to a good Sunday breakfast:
wake around 11.30am
enjoy a glass of water and clear your system a little, possibly with an efforvescent vitC/berocca tablet.
around 12.30pm, don cardigan, scarf, comfy jeans and shoes and walk down the road.
pick up observer/independent and head to joe's cafe.
order set 6 breakfast (egg, bacon, chips, beans) with extra sausage. the set 6 also includes two slices of toast and tea. accept them. also order tin of coke.
the tea comes before the meal, accompanied by a cigarette.
start to eat the breakfast, finish tea half the way through.
continue to enjoy breakfast, open cola and decant into glass.
finish breakfast with a good few sips left.
light second cigarette and accept free refill of tea.
read the sports and music sections of the sunday paper in blissful happiness.
return home, picking up fruit juice on the way and enjoy the remainder of the day in anyway you see fit, replete with remainder of newspaper, fruit juice, tea, water and music.
Well I got up this morning after 6 hours sleep to go and do a three hour drum rehearsal with Metro Corskol for tomorrow night's fill-in.
THen we went to Finchley for veggie roast and I drank:
1 pint of Canadian honey beer
1 pint of Fuli
1.5 pints of Belle Vue Kriek cherry beer
1 pint of Kronembourg Blanc
2 raspberry vodkas and lemonade.
Now *that* is FUCKING SUNDAY. COME ON!
that's definitely a sunday
does wednesday sound good to you?
i could've used a witty riposte here. alas.
i guess it still is
except now it's tomato soup on my sweater
to open a can of Baxters and heat it up!
why is it that 'baxters' sounds to me like euphemism for 'vomits'?
as in 'i baxtered all over my new shoes and right up the front door last night'.
why is that?
I hear that.
Maybe I should 'up chuck' my soup? :-/