I'm not happy unless the Marmite is literally oozing off the toast.Of course to have Marmite on toast you have to remember to prioritise bread over cigarettes when you're at Sainsbury's, a skill I've yet to learn.In my fridge right this second:The last leaves of a mixed salad bag, circa April.Half a cucumber, circa June.A glass-worth of flat Champagne, circa Christmas.Two packets of mince beef, circa June.Two pieces of garlic butter, extracted from Chicken Kievs when I needed garlic butter and figured that'd be much easier than making it myself, circa April.Some Gorgonzola, circa June.I pretty much don't open my fridge anymore if I can possibly avoid it. It smells like Wayne Rooney these days. Nothing is in date or edible.
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