Waking on Sunday morning with a vicious hangover and a need for a fry up

[Burney]

I discovered a bowl of chips, leftover from the previous night's dinner.

Yes I did. I re-fried the chips and served them with breakfast.

Don't let anyone ever try to tell you that a full English breakfast isn't improved by chips, because it is. Dipping a chip into your yolk is simply the finest breakfast activity. From now on my fry ups will always include chips.

I'm aghast. Did your wife take a dim view?

[Sir C]

I'm aghast. Did your wife take a dim view?

Indeed not. I might add that it was my wife, together with your ex, who goaded me into doing it. wd v and r.

[Burney]

Indeed not. I might add that it was my wife, together with your ex, who goaded me into doing it. wd v and r.

I'm outraged. Chips for breakfast is basically how the Roman Empire declined and fell. Except with them it was probably dormice and bumming.

[Sir C]

I'm outraged. Chips for breakfast is basically how the Roman Empire declined and fell. Except with them it was probably dormice and bumming.

These were skinny chips, twice-fried the night before, then thirdly-fried. Oh God now I'm salivating. I ADDED BROWN SAUCE! BROWN!

[Burney]

These were skinny chips, twice-fried the night before, then thirdly-fried. Oh God now I'm salivating. I ADDED BROWN SAUCE! BROWN!

You sick fvck. Are you preparing for living in the north by becoming a barbaric animal with no impulse control?

[Sir C]

You sick fvck. Are you preparing for living in the north by becoming a barbaric animal with no impulse control?

My only regret was the lack of fried bread.

Afterwards I had toast and marmalade. Lime marmalade.

Then I groaned on the sofa for some hours.

[Burney]

My only regret was the lack of fried bread.

Afterwards I had toast and marmalade. Lime marmalade.

Then I groaned on the sofa for some hours.

I made Coq Au Vin the other week. As always, the best bit was the discs of fried bread dipped in the sauce. Why is fried bread so good?