Burnley man, Charlie Splutterthwaite got more than he bargained for this morning as he went into the kitchen to prepare a fried egg sandwich. Cracking an egg into the frying pan, Splutterthwaite was surprised and delighted when the egg turned out to be a double-yolker.
Further amazement ensued for the peckish Burnley resident, as the albumen of the egg slid around, and then settled quite terrifyingly into a pattern resembling the traditional depiction of a ghost, looking strangely similar to a billowing white sheet, with two big glaring yellow eyes.
"It was well spooky," Splutterthwaite told reporters. "I wasn't sure what to do with it at first. So I tried to take a picture of it on me mobile phone, but spookily, the pic didn't turn out. I shouted for the wife to get her lazy arse out of bed to come down and have a butcher's, but she was having none of it. She told it was her turn for a lie-in, so essentially I should go and play wiv meself."
A distraught Splutterthwaite was finally asked by one enterprising reporter what he finally did with the ghostly double-yolker egg?
"I left it 'til it were cooked," he answered. "Then I took it out o' t' pan, on a spatula, and slid it onto a freshly buttered doorstep, smothered the bugger in brahn sauce, popped another freshly buttered doorstep on top on it, and bit the fucker's eyes out. Aye. That's reet. I geet egg yolk all o'er me best Burnley away shirt, but it were reet grand. I were made up."
More as we get it.
