When I was a kid my older brother and mother were awful: they would eat chit if ya put it on their plates. Their favourite stunt was kippers - some kind of fish fried up the smelliest and most stomach turning way possible. Pop and I would pass on breakfast when they were at it, and find something to do outside because of the reek it would set up in the house.
Does anybody mind if I throw these out?
Especially that one on the end...?
Sorry about that folks! We'll do up a PROPER fishin' breakfast as soon as BW limits out! :)