Yesterday morning, for my breakfast, I had a Pot Noodle. I do so once a year or so, but suspect I may have another one next week.
I had never seen someone having the snot kicked out of them before. I had witnessed playground fights, scuffles and contretemps over the years, but this was a good old fashioned leathering.
I suppose that I see most food issues as childish, and that is probably less than fair. Probably.
Let me set the scene: you’re in your local sandwich shop with someone you barely know –
New in-law, new colleague, potential drinking buddy – now order a sandwich. Do you know what you want?