I've taken to breakfast in a big way since I started cycling to work, you need something in the old belly to prepare you for the sheer mindless abuse and terror that crossing Belfast by two wheels results in.
On a weekday, then, it's usually four shredded wheat, a banana, cup of coffee and a fag, but at weekends, I tend to go the whole way and have a proper fry. Soda Bread, purty bread, pancake, bacon, beef sausage, pork and leek sausage, veg roll, black pudding, white pudding, mushrooms, and a dirty great mug of tea, followed by two bensons and collapsing on the living room floor for an hour. It's a good appetiser for a day on the stout.
