Sorry the posts have been more scarce of late. It has been helpful to have a bit of a break though. My good buddy Scott got in the other day from the States for a fortnight of escapades in London. This morning we got up early(ish) and wondered around in the bitter cold until we finally found a proper English breakfast.
My looked (sort of) like a bearded man:
What! no fried tomatoes?
the fried tomatoes are there (they’re the guy’s hat maybe?)