That’s just how the older generation of Englishmen feed themselves. That’s how my Geordie grandpa was after my gran died. Cup of nescafe, a small little sandwich, and maybe a bag of crisps. He was part of the last generation of English sailors. He wasn’t much of a a father, but he was one hell of a grandpa. Unfortunately he’s deep in the throes if Alzheimer’s coupled with a brain tumor.