London man David Harding has apparently spent over £2,000 trying to beat his sausage addiction.
The bespectacled chap is downing as many as 13 testicle/eye/gristle-lumps-in-skin a day.
He reportedly spends £700 per year on the meaty morsels and 'can't imagine life without them'.
Am I missing something? They are sausages, not crack. Just don't eat them. Or at least, don't buy them. I can't imagine he gets the shakes and rushes old women on the street for their handbags to feed his addiction.
Maybe he could wee(iner) himself off with other phallic-shaped foods such as bananas, french sticks or cock?