BUT WHATEVER YOU DO, DON’T GET A BIG KING BECAUSE THEY ARE JUST A BIG MAC AND THEY’RE NOT ‘BIG’ AT ALL
Last night we walked a kilometre down the road to a Burger King that didn’t exist until we’d bought food at some little Turkish place. Halfway through my falafel dürüm I looked over Sheridan’s shoulder and saw it glinting in the cool, night air.
WHY DO YOU TREAT ME SO BAD WHEN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH?
Go on, whine about it.