So in effort to make myself that little bit fatter, that little bit more bloated, tonight I went into the kitchen and fried myself an egg.

I served it retro style, sandwiched between two slices of thick white bread, and glued together with brown sauce.

Believe me, I’m not proud of this, but it was disgustingly, deliciously decadent in a greasy spoon kind of way.

Do you think I am going to hell?