It's so good to be home - sometimes I feel proud to be English.
But I can't always remember why.
However, a chance hit on a blog written by a Catalan student reminded me.
Adrià had been enjoying a visit to London. Had he been excited by our eclectic style, the most celebrated popular music in the universe, Buckingham Palace or Tate Modern?
He was euphoric about The Full English Breakfast. Previously, he had only drooled over photographs....he writes.....
'It’s a thousand times better when you see it, when you smell it and when you sample it.'
I may not have eaten anything that looked over a fence since 1979, but I'll never forget the delights of bacon, egg, sausage, beans, black pudding, fried bread ....... (sighs longingly)
The fry up can provide 1000 calories or more.
On the same day I discovered that Britain can now boast The World's Fattest Man.
Paul Mason weighs in at 70 stone (980 lbs). To put that into context, Cyril Smith (ex Rochdale MP) at his heaviest weighed a mere 29 stone 12 pounds.
I think I'll stick with the usual.
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