This is literally the only time Pete Doherty has ever impressed me.

[Sir C]

When I moved into my first squat after finishing uni in '92, I ended up having my giro day fry up as 2 eggs, 2 sausages, 2 black pudding, mushrooms and chips. (And proper French or Belgian style frites, not any of your fat, English muck.)

With a pint of milk to drink whilst eating the first half, a frothy, sweet milk coffee with the 2nd half once it had cooled down, and a can of Coke at the end to make you burp.

Mare St in Hackney. Heaven.

I'll tell you what's weird about that, g. A grown man drinking milk.

Milk makes your spit go all stringy. It is repulsive stuff. The best thing Mrs T ever did was liberate our children from the curse of milk.