This is what Sundays were made for.
Sweating at a gig counts as burning calories, right?
Stress = food.
I’d just like to wrap myself up and stay in bed all day, please.
Is there such a thing as too much processed meat? Um, yeah. Defo.
Marilyn was wrong – carbs are a girl’s best friend.
Take me back to the glorious days of Prague beer and goulash!