Great Mysteries of the Universe – Part 1
Never mind Danny Baker’s question of “brown sauce, red sauce, or no sauce at all?” – to which the answer should always be “brown” (and HP at that!) – the real sausage sandwich dilemma seems to be “one sausage or two?”.
I am a frequent traveller on Mr Branson’s eleven carriage Virgin Pendolino between Crewe and London Euston. I make the journey almost every week, catching the train at the same time, but occasionally on different days. In general, when asked my choice of breakfast option I will request a sausage roll (some may call it a bap, cob or a barm in less civilised parts of the country), with brown sauce.
It is something to look forward to. Having cleared any urgent emails I do like to take a few minutes out with the Times’ Killer Su Doku, a glass of apple juice, a cup of tea, a spell of people watching, and, my sausage sandwich. However, Mr Branson’s business class breakfast service is somewhat inconsistent (although we have come a long way from the bad old days of British Rail food). Some days you will get two bangers sliced in half arranged on your roll and on other days you will get just the one.
Now I admit that some people may think that two sausages on a roll for breakfast is a bit excessive. Others, including all people from Stoke, may not. But it is only once a week and I do like my sausages to cover the whole of the base of my roll.
Today was a one sausage day.