We plan, we toil, we suffer - in the hope of what? A camel-load of idol's eyes? The title deeds of Radio City? The empire of Asia? A trip to the moon? No, no, no, no. Simply to wake just in time to smell coffee and bacon and eggs. J.B. Priestly
Never trust a skinny chef with your food :)
Its me the fat chef blogging off!! hey finish your plate!!