Follow-Up: As an experienced fellow in this area I have a case study at the moment called Nigel Lecter, he has eaten his parents, his Wifes Maries shoes (buckles & all)and a large percentage of western Europes stock of fatty foods, he also has aspirations to playing prop for Railway Union next yesr which also suggest delusions of granduer, however, given his glutonous mass and an ever expanding series of chins precariously balanced on that matchstick head of his, he may actually go alll the way! To this date Bruno is watching nervously in the shadows of Nigel Lecter as he chomps his way through the Food Halls of Europe!
Here is a link that might be useful: Railwegans in the Asylum