I cant imagine horneris with his little apron on taking the time to perfect the scrammbled eggs really.
more putting a raw egg on a bit of toast, thinking: "shit, undercooked-aments" and then just scoffing it down and getting back to the racing post to find a 500/1 cert
guess what i'm having for breakfast?

Horsemeat?
I was gonna say frosties and stella but we'll go with your answer(even though it's so Superior to my intellect i dont get it)
I thought your 500-1 shot was a clue.
boldie between the song thats perpetually playing in my head and the picture of what appears to be a boldie egg coming out of tikays arse i dont even know what day it is mate!