I'm hungover as a bastard today.
Just been to the best chippie in town for a Total Burger - a decent, quarter-pounder-sized beef patty, a slab of bacon, a fried egg, melted cheese, fried onions, tomato and token salad in a fluffy, gently toasted bun, accompanied by a cornucopia of hand-cut chips fresh from the fryer, hot, crunchy and as salty as Admiral Nelson's wank-sock. Fucking lovely it was.

I'm thinking of devoting a chapter to it in my upcoming novel, "Man Buys Food, Eats It".
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Tue 2 Jul 2013, 14:33, 1 reply)

ok

( The Doveston haunted by the memory of his own amnesia, Tue 2 Jul 2013, 14:37, closed)