It’s weird. I’ve been craving eggs, the weirder the better. Blue shells, double yolk, duck. Tinned tentacle things. Sweet corn ew. Ox liver, lambs heart, black pudding. I spent the past forty years turning my nose up at everything. I can’t get the scene from Back to the Future 3 out of my head. The one where Marty is eating a charred rabbit leg at the McFly farm and spitting out the shot pellets. I fancy that. What’s wrong with me?! If I weren’t male I’d swear I was pregnant.