His mother doted on him, and rose early every weekday to prepare his bacon sandwich. It was the only way to start the day. Breakfast of champions. Sliced white bread, lovingly spread with salted butter, a smear of brown sauce and three rashers of sizzling hot bacon, fried in lard. The lard and butter congealed on his chin to keep him warm like a channel swimmer in the biting wind he braved on his way to work.