Breakfast the Two-Hundred-and-Eighty-First

Cinnamon and raisin bagel with damson jam and grapes.

Now, I like a good spy yarn as much as the next person, but can we really, truly say that assisting the Lib Dem MP for Portsmouth constitutes spying "from the heart of British democracy in parliament"...

And also, why on earth is everyone convinced the Russians are spying left, right and centre again? Is this some sort of cold war nostalgia?  I'm just not sure that Britain is important enough to bother spying on any more. We are after all a tiny, entirely broke nation governed by a collection of chinless wonder trustafarians.

Breakfasts One-Hundred-and-Ninety-One-and-Two

No. 191: Special K and strawberries.

No. 192: Doppelganger shreddies & blueberries.

Oh golly, I'm losing interest in this News of the World hacking malarkey. I know I probably shouldn't be, but there it is.

These certifiably bananas shark biting dogs were a welcome distraction though...