Soup....

I am bloody sick of soup.

The last few weeks have seen me with little or no money, which is probably down to a combination of student life and weekends trips to Amsterdam (it was completely worth it though). So for the last couple of weeks I've been living off the charity of my parents(soup, beans and cous cous and some beautiful black pudding), my housemates (providing me with the odd pint) and one of my very sympathetic course mates (leftovers).

Fortunately, I am back in the prosperity of my home town, Blackburn, which means proper food. By which I mean bacon butties, milk, cheese, hot pot, shepards pie, gravy etc. etc. Jesus Christ, its no wonder I'm in the shape I'm in.

So until my return to the desperate life of the poverty striken student, there will be no more soup. Not unless its a starter to a steak as big as my hand.