While the cat is out the mouse will play .
Are those yoghurts nice. I love a milky bar but they’re fierce rich.
When the cat’s away
The mice will play
Political violence fill ya city, ye-ah
Don’t involve Rasta in your say say
Rasta don’t work for no C.I.A
More onions-slap of sauce wouldn’t go amiss- nice though
Breakfast of champions
I’m rightly set up for the day now.
All the best days I can’t remember have started like that. Jealous.
Whoever thought of fried tomatoes should be chemically castrated
I’d have gone for the beans myself
Yup and or mushrooms
Actually there’s a pot of beans there already so ya, mushrooms. Some places you could swap the tomatoes for an extra rasher
It’s unusual to see a fancy square plate paired with such an uncouth vinegar shaker. There’s something amiss here.
I love a fried tomato.
Where did you procure that?
Poutine van outside the market on saturdays, absolutely gorgeous and a sound man to boot