Quiche. A family sized quiche. :-(
Real men don't eat quiche, do they?
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Quiche. A family sized quiche. :-(
Real men don't eat quiche, do they?
Pork belly banh mi and water.
And I apologise profusely that it wasn't made by some old bird in Saigon, or wherever. :rolleyes:
Cheese and marmalade toastie (must be Double Gloucetser and Dundee Orange with a merest hint of mustard (must be Maille Dijon))
Oh pipe down you pompous old tosser. You have crab apply jelly with your pork don't you? I mean, I am talking just a smidgen of marmalade;
In his lunch choices, sw often reveals that he is quite the mincing metrosexual-about-town. It's all falafel this and quinoa that.
I assume that in reality he's actually just eating a few boiled spuds his missus has wrapped up in a manky old bit of canvas with a paper twist of salt, but he doesn't want to shame himself in front of the bàstard English, so he pretends he's eating all these global delicacies.