9 Comments

• 1. Chris  |  June 22nd, 2010 at 20:09

  Tragic indeed.

  I used to buy brioche occasionally, to have for breakfast, and I would have it dipped in my coffee which was an interesting taste but very nice once you got used to it and quite authentically French.

  However I now have a fancy-Dan coffee machine and I don’t make big mugs of instant coffee any more, so I can’t do the dipping thing, and consequently I haven’t bought brioche in quite a long time now, even when it was not an afterthought at all and was in fact at the forefront of my mind.

• 2. Ian "Mac Mac Mac Mac" McIver  |  June 24th, 2010 at 12:11

  Big man clearly doesn’t like the taste of sh*t coffee anymore. He’s big and therefore demands a better level of early morning, afternoon and possibly evening beveridge. This doesn’t surprise me at all.

  In fact the surprise-o-meter needle has barely left the ground.

• 3. Chris  |  June 24th, 2010 at 18:21

  Big Man can’t take the feeble taste of your proletarian imbibes.

• 4. Ian 'Mac Mac Mac Mac' McIver  |  June 29th, 2010 at 12:39

  I once lived for an entire hour on just proletarian imbibes. It was the worst hour of my life… until I realised they’d deleted all the Batman Lego sets.

• 5. Ian "Mac Mac Mac Mac" McIver  |  July 3rd, 2010 at 23:20

  I had brioche today. Felt very gay.

• 6. Kevil  |  July 12th, 2010 at 16:45

  I find this picture of brioche strangely sinister.

• 7. Ian "Mac Mac Mac Mac" McIver  |  July 13th, 2010 at 07:44

  Is it because the brioche hasn’t managed to get in the whole of the picture and therefore there is something just out of reach, just out of sight, something lurking in the background that could be made of pastry?

• 8. Kevil  |  July 13th, 2010 at 09:47

  That or it loks a bit like a bready portal to another dimension.

• 9. Ian "Mac Mac Mac Mac" McIver  |  July 13th, 2010 at 12:12

  It could be the bountiful bosom on a voluptious space alien made of bread and tasting of custard. Do such things exist in the dimension to which you speak of?