I extended a custom today. The ritual of Fat Friday. We used to do it at my old work. This is quite simply when you and your colleagues go for an unhealthy alternative for ones lunch on a Friday, eat what ever you like (no matter how unhealthy) the wash it down with a nice cold cup of I don’t give a crap.
Today we went to The American Embassy (MacDonalds) where I set about getting on the outside of Le Big Mac, a Grand Royale with Cheese, chips and coke. (Full fat, au natural).
A pang of guilt, but it was nice and is a rare occasion.
I’m DJing soon (at ZoSo Harrogate, 11pm) where I’ll be continuing the fat theme, but probably, with a ph