Thursday, 27 August 2009

Almost time for luncheon

Normally, I look forward to my lunch.

(Don't cry for me, dear reader, don't cry.)

I'll tell you something about this Special K challenge: it's embarrassing. You see, I like to think that I'm to a certain degree renowned (in a small, modest fashion) for my opulent tastes. In a former job, for instance, a colleague walked in whilst I was preparing my lunch and remarked, 'What's that? A cheese platter? You are so Oxford ...'

I don't think that's going to be the verdict of anyone who happens to walk in on me eating my lunchtime bowl of Special friggin' K. 'Classic' or not.

(Information for free: it's not actually all that special, in the eyes of the masses.)

Ah well. Such are the sacrifices we must make for slimness.

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