McDonalds letting the Japanese hog all the good new pie
As mentioned elsewhere, your correspondent went to see those monobrowed Manc musical water-treaders Oasis in concert last night for some reason that I'm still not entirely sure about. After arriving at the Stadium Of Light, then queuing at the bar for what seemed like an hour (but was in fact only 56 minutes,) I finally got a pint of lager fizz in my hand. Thinking on my feet and not wanting to repeat the whole process again, I seized the moment and promptly bought five more. before proceeding to then determinedly sup the lot like Ice Cold In Alex meets Groundhog Day.
Like almost everything else connected with the evening, I'm sort of regretting it a bit now. My brain is foggy, my mouth is dry and my body aches. Hangover food is required, but the one thing I really crave above all else is only to be found in Japanese branches of McDonalds. The Bacon Potato pie. Come on Ronald – bring it to Britain. Do it you wretched, teasing clown.