Apart from occasional furtive spoonings of sugar directly from the bowl into my mouth, I can’t say I have any particularly wierd eating habits. I am, however, wondering if it’s possible to have an eating disorder that’s limited to the period between breakfast and dinner, because every single day, the concept of lunch comes as a total and utter surprise to me. At about 3:30 daily, you’ll find me ranging around the studio, wild eyed and wolfish with hunger, followed by idiotic eating of too much yoghurt or liquorice allsorts or something.

And this is why I felt the need today to take a photograph of the Actual Lunch I Brought In With Me. It’s quite an occasion.

Sheesh, I hope I brought the hard boiled egg and not one of the raw ones. I’m off to find out now…