The English brunch offered by my dining hall includes many, many greasy fried options. This includes slices of black pudding -- according to Wikipedia, 'a sausage made by cooking animal blood with a filler until it is thick enough to congeal when cooled' -- mmm, mmm, mmm! Yummy!

I also finally sampled Marmite, which is every bit as vile as its reputation suggests.

Coming soon: I attempt to discover what the heck 'salad cream' and the ever-mysterious packets of 'brown sauce' are. Or possibly not.