Reincarnation exists. While "grazing" chez sister, decided to make myself an egg banjo, which has of course been mathematically proven to be "food of the Gods". Now the only foreseeable drawback was the distinct lack of sufficiently stale and manky bread to construct the layered confection. Indeed the only bread I could find was some high-class, very fresh, errrm cibatti, ciabatter, ci-somethingorother. The traditional banjo filling duly stuffed inside; greasy egg, ketchup in liberal proportions and cheese, I began to munch. Normally one of these creations fills monsieur with delctible and pregnant sheer taste. One definately of, ahem, dare I say it, low class. Nowt wrong with that, just it doesn't strike one as being quite, err delicate enough for Her Majesty. But anyway, as I ate this updated egg banjo, I was struck with a queer notion, [nothing to do with Peter Mandleson's idea of queer], the notion that this form of the conconction was truly suitable for the table of Royalty. Very different to a "normal" banjo and I feel perhaps, a betterment of the original. However it may only take a munch on the version proper to send me flying back swearing the original and best cannot be bettered. So the question is, did I commit sacrelidge or perform a needed mid-life revision to the classic feed of the Forces? Opinions please.