LAST night I enjoyed one of the best kebabs I have ordered in a very long time.

Served up with garlic mayonnaise and a dash of chilli sauce, the tray of donner meat and chips presented to me just after 10pm looked oh so wrong – but tasted oh so right.

Perhaps at that late hour my taste buds were not quite as discerning as usual.

But then nothing tastes quite as good as the sweet taste of victory.

Having watched Liverpool demolish Real Madrid 4-0 in a sensational clash between the two European superpowers at Anfield, the first thing on my mind when I got home from the ground was coercing my father into making a good cup of tea and watching the television highlights.

Sadly the highlights of my personal culinary menu yesterday also included a sausage, bacon and egg split, a steak bake, an egg custard and a chocolate éclair and my stomach felt all the worse for it.

Without going into too many details it was fortunate that we have Sky+ and the ability to pause live television, as I needed to spend some time upstairs before settling down to bask in the glow of a historic triumph.

Undeterred by my delicate constitution, this morning I set about eating yet more food that is surely reducing my heartbeat to a sporadic blip.

Whoever first considered pairing sausages and cheese deserves some form of award.

At £1.85 a sausage and cheese on toast sandwich certainly took care of my early morning hunger, but it wasn’t long before I needed to take a trip up Bridge Street to buy a sausage roll.

After this appetiser it was on to char sui pork satay ‘half and half’ – another classic invention, combining rice and chips - genius!

Gareth has handed me development control committee duty tonight, so it's off to the town hall armed with the latest planning agenda.

No doubt it will be a late tea for me again, but like I said before, my boss is a hard taskmaster and I don't want to risk angering him.

So I need to choose where I will take my custom this evening. I’m thinking pizza – with meat toppings. All of them!