Who's got my Bacon?

I'm talking about 'chicken bacon', and I know exactly who has it - you do Mr. Freezer...or do you? You Do!

I got back to Kingston today after one of the longest train rides in history - 5 minutes of a screaming baby is far too much, so you can imagine how much I was wanting to rip it's tiny little hairless head off after 2 and a half hours.

All this thinking about bacon is making me very hungry.