Many of you know I have a longstanding and abiding love of bacon. I don’t really believe there are (m)any things that aren’t improved by the addition of bacon. I even have a song about bacon, that I sing annually when hungover at Damo’s coast parties. It contains one word… you guessed it, it’s bacon. And so when Flashboy, sensitive to the strictures of the wedding diet I’m on, told me not to look at a link when he posted it on Twitter, I naturally ignored him.

100 ways to use a stick of bacon.

Yum. Thanks, Tom. That’s cheered me almost as much as the arrival of my Lex Luthor-esque wedding suit.