Right, you've had a massive lentil and wholemeal frenzy, and a bag of figs for afters, and the next morning you sit down to business, producing some huge busker, a real brown baby. You're sitting there thinking, "Top jobby!" - deeply satisfying. Now here's a thing. How big a step is it from taking pleasure in a job(by) well done, and experiencing the same thing in reverse? I mean, when you stop and think about it, maybe a constant diet of fried eggs on white bread is a well-conceived strategy to avoid the above situation. Either I'm losing my mind, or this whole "healthy eating" business is a Maoist plot to force us all to take a walk on the brown side, so undermining our ability to reproduce. Tuna omelettes and milk for me from now on. "Ban the bran and remain a man", must be the watchwords.