I was talking earlier to my mate, the Black Sabbath roadie, who recalled that after his bitter fight with Ossie he went to a bar for a pint. One thing lead to another, he got to bed at 6AM, and woke up with a pinball machine going off in his brain and an arse like a pebble dash mixer. He wobbled down to breakfast and was confronted by the waitress, an ex army NCO and the spitting image of Ike Turner's ex wife.
"Coffee" he spluttered
"Would Sir like the full English breakfast today?" She asked.
"Oh Jaysus no, no way" he answered, "No fry for me, Sergeant Tina."