Occasional tedious ramblings from a feminist, atheist, autistic academic and historic narrow boater who likes cats, beer, tea, and solitude, and is strangely fascinated by the cinema organ.
Yes, that is an egg in the distant background and no, I wouldn't have eaten it even if I was in omnivorous mode, as the only palatable way to consume egg in my book is in the form of cake. It was ordered accidentally, but Jim ensured it didn't go to waste.
NB. Apostrophisation as original.