For me, a Snicker bar and a cup of tea.
For the Big Boss, back from a very well earned holiday, a black coffee and a banana.
And there you have it: yin and yang, each according to his needs, each according to his abilities, all actions cause a reaction which is equal and opposite.
Balance.
Nature's equilibrium.
Given 300 languages are spoken in The Greatest City in The World, the scope is almost limitless.
Imagine "London Tonight", "Londres Ce Soir" or "Londra Sta Notte".
It offers syntactic stimulation, provides a communications conundrum, and culminates in cute cultural challenges: joy!
Until a railway company chances upon the chance to broaden its linguistic horizons - and promptly hits the buffers with the problem.
For First Great Western, only two languages are involved but they really have got their Cheap Day Savers in a twist.
Emma is the simultaneous translator.
Also another Mobo voting fest, Bobbies off the beat and On The Buses, plus London's papers and Chrissie's charts: what will Maidstone's UV Index be tonight? Two, Trois, Vier, Cinque?
A Roget's Thesaurus of delights... and All That Jazz (that's another clue by the way!..)
See you at six -