There is something uniquely British about how we take an American concept and then totally screw it up (a bit like when American TV takes a British show and then 'sanitises' it)

Take fast food.

In my (admittedly limited) experience in the US, you can walk into a fast food place, put your conscience in a bucket at the door, order a burger, and be lining your arteries with fat in seconds.

In the UK we like this concept a lot. And yet we seem incapable of implementing it. Today I ordered a chicken fillet thing in a bun with fries. It took 10 minutes for it to turn up. What were they doing in the kitchen? Raising the unfortunate from an egg and then chasing it around the room with cleaver?

Tch.

More debauched behaviour tonight. Some friends and I are hitting the town again tonight, with the early hours of Sunday to be filled with cocktail related experimentation. Fireworks may also be involved.

Woo yay.