Suitably tired, hungover, ruffled and probably quite malodourous, I made my way across London this morning, stopping for a breakfast portion of large fries and a medium coke (my stomach really couldn't face a "chicken" royale).
But it did go some way to cheering me up for I found this on the side of my coke:
…You could have gone larger, you didn't, you could have gone smaller, but you didn't want that. You're decisive and bold….
Or something to that effect (as I suggested, I was not in a "memorise what it says on my drink container" mood). Impressive how much crap can be written about the mere fact that I'd gone for an average, regular, medium drink. Made me chuckle though. Much to the bemusement of the others in the carriage, all of whom we're trying to stay away from the scruffy looking wreck in the corner.