Bacon sardnie breaker..
Most of my friends who are ex-vegetarians were the victim of the smell of a cooking bacon sandwich too.
It's official: The classic post-bender bacon sarnie really does help cure your hangover, thanks to the dual chemical benefits of the bread/sliced pig combination. Elin Roberts, science development manager at the Centre for Life in Newcastle, told the Daily Mirror: “Food doesn’t soak up the alcohol, but it does increase your …
we once convinced are veggie friend that it was ok to eat chicken (we were drunk) on the grounds that the reason everything tastes like chicken. is that it's 90% universe (all that missing matter in the universe = chickens) with 10% feathers beak etc which you don't eat he was eating chicken wings that night like there were going out of fashion. he still eats chickens but no red meat.
I shall now terment any veggies with bacon sandwiches any chance i can get.
Working from home two days a week was handy for schoolnight-based pub incursion exercises, and a big, greasy bacon and egg butty - preferably with two small eggs if there are no large ones to hand - on a large soft roll with rakes of salted butter and ketchup was food of the gods for the morning after.
Out on the lash till gone ten, back home after midnight, up at half six, roll eaten by half seven, ready to work at half eight.
PS: Stories like this are why I come back to El Reg every day.
How the hell did
"Now they can cure the veggies
By Gordon Pryra Posted Tuesday 7th April 2009 11:38 GMT
Can they use this research to help cure the gays?"]
Get through, how long will Gordon Pryra still have an account on El Reg and who at the Reg is going to get a bollocking for this?
Meat is murder, but a bacon sarnie is justifiable homicide;)
I now have plans for the post-(traditional Good Friday piss up )-breakfast
PS. Does any other civilised nation pander to Christians to the extent that it is illegal to sell alcohol while the Christians are mourning the death of an itinerant Jewish philosopher?
"how long will Gordon Pryra still have an account on El Reg and who at the Reg is going to get a bollocking for this?"
I'm guessing nobody will get a bollocking. It was clearly tagged as a joke. Grow up, and get a sense of humour along the way.
(That's me, speaking on behalf of the whoopsies - who will no doubt be reading the Hello! website instead of el Reg, of course)
" Can they use this research to help cure the gays? "
Topless busty blondes frying bacon. If that don't turn 'em, nothing will.
You know, I think he was taking a satirical poke at last week's news. I'm not, though... I'm just enjoying the image of topless busty blondes serving me freshly cooked, thin-sliced pig buttock on thick-cut fresh bread....
Yes. Since Gordon was having a little stab at satire/absurdism, there will be no execution today, nor a bollocking for me. I know it must look to you lot like these threads just unspool freely across the internet, but I am always here, ever (well, mostly) vigilant, sifting and considering and jumping on any unexploded hate-bombs. I'm not infallible by any means, but clearly that comment was not hateful. It was merely daft. An important distinction.
Actually I find swimming in the ocean is the most effective cure. You can go from green and queasy with a banging headache to feeling fine in literally seconds.
Problem is that the hangover comes back when you return to dry land. Perhaps if you take the bacon sarnie into the sea, it'll sort out that problem?
WTF is the "Centre for Life in Newcastle"? What clever piece of research have they done on this? Which peer-reviewed journal has it appeared in? Or is this some random "scientist" making another unsubstantiated PR statement.
Not, you understand, that I am against bacon sarnies. Had a few last Sunday meself.
Mine's my pigskin jacket that is too small around the waist.
Ok so I messed up, but a bacon sarnie later and I am back.
Missed the story last week, so missed the implied reference.
So apologies to Gordon Pryra specifically and a general sorry to everyone else.
Paris, cos, well everyone makes mistakes.............
I've always found a nice greasy McDonald's breakfast to be just the ticket. Sausage McMuffin with egg and hash browns does the trick every time. I feel that numerous times this combination has very nearly saved my life (while possibly shortening it as well, how ironic)
Brown Sauce is the generic term for a variety of malt-vinegar based spiced fruit condiments sold in the UK. Usually it refers to HP (Houses of Parliament) sauce, which has about 70% of this market. The closest US analogue would probably be A1 steak sauce, although HP is much less obviously fruity.
I think bacon sarnies definitely form a key element of drinking recovery. The inclusion of a 'ready to burst' fried egg is practically mandatory as well - and it is for this reason that McD's has got to be a no-no - that re-hashed shite they call an egg just doesn't do the necessary, IMHO!
To possibly back up the medicinal claims for the sea - I find fresh cold mountain air is very helpful the morning after the night before, which is further aid to the bacon sandwich. I have in the past smuggled large quantities of English bacon through customs to ensure a 'proper' sandwich is available for aprés-ski recovery.
I have had it argued that a whiff or three of hard alcohol ("the sharpener") assists as well - I have not been convinced by the so-called medical explanations for this (usually along the theme of jump-starting the system etc), but when in need, I am not going to refuse on the grounds of a lack of empirical evidence...
I'm well aware of the theory here and all the scientific and anecdotal evidence. My problem with it is the waking up at 3am and laying there for 30 minutes, wondering why I can't get to sleep, before I eventually realise that i want to go to the bathroom.
Sod the water, I'll wait until next morning and use it to help get the paracetamol down my throat.
... is drinking heavily the night before (from one of PTerry's books, I think - don't recall which though)
I was vegetarian for 7 years before I was 'cured' by a ham sandwich on a cycling trip to France. Well, it was either that or starve ...
The best bacon sandwich, however, is one cooked by someone else and consists of bread, fried sliced pig *and nothing else*. Sauce of any kind is an abomination unto Nuggan.
Here endeth the lesson :-)
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