Confessions of a........

.....cold sprout eater. I feel I know you guys well enough now to share one of the darker aspects of my personality....my name is Mo and I eat cold, cooked brussel sprouts before breakfast. There, I've said it....I'm not proud of myself but I feel better for having got it off my chest......

(and the fact that it looked like a green, winking piggy didn't act as any sort of deterrent, that sprout is no more!)

Probably better a whole lot smaller than this........

EDIT: The alternative title was 'Tooty Fruity' but I thought that might just be me....but looking at the comments so far, obviously I'm not alone.......