A nice refreshing ice cold can of cherry Coke.
Scrambled egg whites, blueberry bagel, vitamin, black coffee.
BORING
Some kind of grilled fish and beets.
BORING
Few beers tonight 
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Thereās a bit of a revolution going on in Yorkshire at the moment :o - a county that prides itself on the quality of itās black (pigās blood) pudding, and local butchers are full of their award winning versionsā¦ BUT
now thereās a real vibe about a Scottish version that Big Nige brought back from Stornaway ā¦ made by Charles Macleod.
Heās now taking orders as word has got out, and ordering 50 of the big buggers (1.3 kg) at a time, for the boozers in Fannyās alehouse.
I picked my first up last eve, and took some up the club for old, dyed-in-the-wool Yorkshireman, Geoff to get whatās left of his teeth around.
Even this black pud expert had to agreeā¦
This is the best blood pudding weāve ever tasted!
I had 2 slices this morning lightly fried with a couple of poached eggs - oh my goodnessā¦ it doesnāt get better!
Mmm, I LOVES me a bit of black pud. As uncouth as it is, Iāll throw a couple of slices on more-or-less any meal, if weāve got any sitting about. From a full English to an otherwise ātraditionalā Sunday roast - black goes with anything, I reckon. 
Mmmmmm, very nice.
Looks very tasty !
Having some dates.
Glass of cool lemonade.
Having overindulged in a Cornish pasty and a pork pie I shouldnāt have eaten earlier today, Iām now about to drink down half a glass of tepid water with a spoonful of bicarbonate of soda in it, to counter the crippling heartburn Iām experiencing. Ugh. Tastes like fish-heads, but cures heartburn immediately.
Fatty, salty meats. I still love them, but they donāt love me anymore. :ā(
Not had a Cornish pasty in ages, may rectify that soon. Used to have some relatives in Falmouth Cornwall and there was this great pasty shop. All they sold was pasties and pies and remember you had to walk up a bit of a hill to get to the shop, so you were ready for a pasty when you finally got there .
;D Oh, this wasnāt a gorgeous, genuine product-of-Cornwall pasty, a thing of beauty such as that which you described there, made with love and care and edible ingredients. No, this was a greasy pre-packaged thing, in a bag, presumably made of mashed horseās hooves, voodoo dolls and ferret parts, costing a pound, from a newsagents in suburban Essex. Not even a place that focuses on food service, but more on being a dank joyless cackhole specialising in porno mags and lottery scratchers. I should really consider myself fortunate not to be dead.
Iām pouring another liter of green tea into my gorge.
About to settle down any second to Yung Chow Chow Mein (dry, sauceless chow mein with a bit of everything in it), Kung Po Spare Ribs and Deep Fried Dumplings, whilst watching this weekās episode of Breaking Bad. Heaven.
Turkey sandwich and a V8 !
Bowl of Cornflakes Harry Palmer style 
Green teaā¦ what elseā¦ 
Jim Beam after a frustrating day at work! 
Grilled swordfish steak and a couple beers.