I usually have porridge for breakfast. Porridge make with skimmed milk, with fruit and nuts and seeds in it. It's very healthy.
For my mini holiday of over indulgence I did one of the most decadent things of my undecadent life and today took the opportunity to have a breakfast of steak with fried eggs. It felt so wrong, it felt so right. Steak for breakfast? Man alive it was good.
It would almose be worth the inevitable shortening of my life to do this every day. Although I think if I did it every day that I might be able to number my days in hundreds rather than the hopeful thousands.
Steak and fried eggs. Nothing else on the plate. Just protein and fat.
Beautiful.
On the way home I stopped off at Bury St Edmunds. I have been to most large towns in the country, either as a tourist, though more often as a touring comedian. But I didn't think I had been to Bury St Edmunds before. I was aware there was a chance that I had been. It's very easy to forget a town in the hectic life of a tour.
As I got down towards the abbey though I suddenly felt like I recognised the square. Indeed there was a big theatre in the corner of the square and I thought I remembered when I'd been there before, for a charity gig with Stewart, Al and Derren Brown. Indeed I have been able to confirm this,
thanks to Warming Up. Funnily enough I also had a feeling of a connection to John Peel, thinking that maybe he had died the week we did that gig. In actual fact he died two weeks later, but his funeral was held
in Bury St Edmunds, so obviously I must have been thinking at the time that I had just been there. Funny how memory works though. And good to have kept notes so I can see the truth.
I went down and had a look at the ruins of the
old Abbey where St Edmund was buried giving rise to the name of the town. It was also an important location in the history of the Magna Carta.
It's all fallen down now though, yet you do get some idea of the scale of it all from the area covered by the remaining ruins. some of them have been incorporated into new buildings, like in the case of the rather eerie house that I am standing in front of in this photo. It's pretty cool. I love history.
Not as much as I love comedy though.
Then it was time to head back home, but this three day break has been as good as a proper holiday. I've had a lovely time. As my tubby little belly suggests.
I am back on my healthy eating regime now though. No more steak for breakfast!
