1. My mother's Sunday roast. Beef with all the trimmings, extra Yorkshire puddings, and extra gravy which I can mop up with a slice of bread at the end. At this point I want to be free from my Mum's complaints that "She didn't bring me up to do that".
2. I'll take an ice cold coke with dinner, but afterwards want to retire with a beer, perhaps a Hoegaarden.
3. The last 3 episodes of a 24 that I've been working through just as it reaches it's climax.
4. Plain Pringles. None of your sour cream, or salt and vinegar nonsense. Must have dips as well though, preferably something chivey or garlicy.