A new, possibly very occasional, feature in which I eat an underrated food whilst the radio plays an overrated band.
Part one: soft boiled eggs with granary toast soldiers, accompanied by the Manic Street Preachers.
Mmmm... perfectly cooked eggs, the creaminess of the white and soft drip of the yolk deliciously offset by the salty tang of the hot buttered toast. God, would it KILL them to match the lyrics to the music just for ONCE?
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it's what happens when the singer doesn't write the words.
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