Toasted chicken sandwich with Dubliner cheese and sweetcorn, followed by strawberry milk. It was delicious. It’s the little things, you know?
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According to my stats, this post has become wildly popular over the past two days. The hell?
Phew thank fuck for that, I thought this was going to be about drink driving, in similar guise to that awful TV ad with the theme tune “Shall I tell you about my life,” where yer man scores a goal playing Sunday league with his mates, does a terrible pelvic-swivel-type celebration and then has one too many in the bar before somersaulting his car across a fence right into the middle of some children who happen to be sporting and playing right on the very spot where the gymnastic vehicle meets its crumpled end.
Thankfully, however, the post was nothing like the above and was merely about a sandwich.
That will be all.
Shall I tell you about my lunch?
They say I’m a man of the world
I’ve flown across every tide
And I’ve seen lots of sandwich bars