Love me some brioche in the morning. Slice that shit nice and thick, ram it in the toaster, blaze it 'til it's a crispy gold colour and slather that stuff in a metric ton of butter.
Continental is nice too. Croissants and pain au chocolat and all that jazz.
I've never been one for full english (by which I mean anything involving meat, really). Not a fan of grease in the mornings.