My flat mate at Uni( he is probably reading this) ate nothing but marmite on toast and coffee for the first 2 years. He arrived home from a club early one Sunday morning still out of his mind on E. I chatted to him about the previous night and each time he looked away I turned off the grill. Every couple of minutes he would check his toast and look confused. By keeping a straight face this went on for over 40 minutes before he gave up and went to bed.
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