You go up to the bar, squeezing in among the 'musicians', and the barman comes over. He is a large beast, who grunts at you in acceptance of your order. He shouts to the cook that an all-day breakfast is needed straight away, and pours you out a pint of bitter. A huge plate of fried food arrives at the bar. You don't see anyone having ordered it, but it soon becomes clear that it's for Dave.

As he munches away, he explains how hard he has worked to come to a position where he is so mentally strong that he can completely defeat his will power. He is to the-little-voice-that-tells-him-not-to-eat-too-much as kryptonite is to Superman. You grin slightly, and help yourself to a mushroom, safe in the knowledge that although Dave could probably break your neck with his little finger, you're awake enough to run away if he looks threatening, and he's unlikely to catch you.

Dave picks up the vinegar, and sprays it liberally over his food. Just then you notice that what you thought was the vinegar bottle says Grimsby's Finest Sunflower Oil on it. You turn away in disgust.

You turn to talk to the guitarists, but they are engrossed in the lastest bestseller that one of them has bought - The Ruin of Chris and Dave; it looks too greasy to read, so you head for the group in the corner.