Last night was one of those ill advised nights where good intentions die and bad intentions thrive: a staff dinner. There was food, wine, more wine, more wine and just one more glass of wine and then toucan go home. If we are going I be perfectly honest, I am not a friend of alcohol. We tried to date many years ago but it always ended up with me being left in pain. The much dreaded hangover. And the older I got, the worse it got. So now we Only occasionally see each other on the weekend. We have stayed friends but we both know we are better off not dating regularly. So we don't. But those times when we hook up properly, I wake up the next morning, thirsty, tired, unhappy and with a banging head. And wow to break up for good. And then I need breakfast, as fast as possible. Today I travelled all across town to get my fix, to a favourite of mine in Wandsworth Town called The Pantry. I suggest you go and spend your money there as they are a bunch of really nice people. And their food is good. I went for scrambled eggs and smoked salmon and so many lattes that I was shaking a bit by the time we were done. The hangover was still in place, but at least I was full.