
When I left school in 1989 I had a drunken blood oath (proper cut across palm) with my mate that no matter how bad things got, even REALLY bad, we'd never work for McDonalds.
Within 6 months I was working in McDonalds in Nottingham.
Thanks for reminding me. Trufax.
( , Wed 15 Oct 2014, 1:24, Reply)