It’s Friday, which means it’ll soon be the weekend, and that means… BRUNCH. Yes, I bet you can’t wait to be charged £18 for two cold poached eggs on a tiny piece of crematorium-esque sourdough. Or even better, you could go for bottomless brunch and watch in horror as twenty primary school teachers from Newcastle get hammered on mimosas and scream-sing Pink Pony Club before getting irretrievably stuck down the back of a chair.
Anyway, as I mentioned in Monday’s Lucyverse, there’s a lot of brunch-themed shite around, so let’s open the bargain bucket and feast our eyes on a big old buffet of landfill-adjacent breakfast bollocks…
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