WTF McDonalds? I go to you religiously when i’m steaming drunk and you are always happy to oblige my drunken orderings of a quarter pounder meal/cheeseburger happy meal, but on saturday you FAILED. You only had a fillet o’fish or a chickenburger. I was not happy. There was jaws on the floor a lot of ‘i’m sorry, what? i’m sorry?.. WHAT?’ . I quite clearly do not want fish or chicken i want barely passable meat and fries that aren’t actually made out of potato. The only other time you have failed me is when i ordered a happy meal and you DIDN’T GIVE ME THE TOY OR THE BOX. That’s ageism McDonalds. AGEISM. Just because i’m 26 that doesn’t mean that i don’t want to have a plastic disney toy in my handbag. Sort it out.
I also need to remember that it’s probably not a good idea whilst on the nightbus back to Brixton to loudly proclaim ‘This is why we don’t go out in Clapham, FULL OF NOBS’ whilst going through Clapham. It’s true though, it is full of nobs.
