When I was younger (couldn't do it now) I used to bring my curry home, flake out, get up for a pee about 4 o'clock and scoff it...stone cold.
The town drunk, where I worked a number of years ago, was regularly locked up on a fri/sat evening, complete with chinese carryout in his grubby bag next to his 2 litre special of white lightening cider. He simply scoffed both for breakfast the following morning (stone cold - the food & drink, not him...) before being released back into the unsuspecting wide world.....
He would kick up one helluva stink (in more ways than one....) if forced to leave before 'breakfast' or, sin upon sin, suggest he had a bacon & egg roll and a cuppa instead for a change....

Chap was actually a gent, never a screaming fuss or a wrestling match, just bellowing out obsene songs at the top of his voice....
He's dead now.... Took ages for the flames to die down......
