Guilty Pleasures

Oh, this one is easy!
1. Fritz.

I love it. I miss it (fritz is not baby friendly). Some of you may know it as Devon. It’s that non-meat sold in the fridge or deli section that is made of dicks, lips and arseholes (Mr RG’s words, not mine) . Salty, rubbery, ever so lightly spicy fritz!
Mostly I enjoy a 2cm thick chunk on it’s own, or topped with Heinz ketchup. Sometimes I partake of a few slices of Smiley Fritz from the deli. Bung Fritz is quite good, but it really depends on the supplier. I’m quite fussy about it.
Unfortunately, Fritz is not well known to the interweb. Google is pretty clueless, as is wiki. In case you’re visiting from far away and I have no idea what I’m talking about go here.
2. Reading in the toilet.
Yeah, you heard me. I struggle with it, because anything I read in there is forever contaminated (in my mind). I am very particular about which hand I use to hold the book and which I use to wipe – much the same as I imagine Indian’s are with the whole hands on eating/wiping  situation. Magazines and catalogues are popular choices, but right now it’s baby and pregnancy books. Anything that doesn’t require too much focus (I am doing two jobs at once, you know).
3. Gossip Girl

‘nuff said.
4. Facebook.

I do. I can’t help it. I’m on it only about 10 minutes a day. But I can’t give it up. Total voyeurism.
5. Blogging

I always think I really should be doing something else.