The ubiquitous McDonalds...
"Where will I meet you?" I asked Lorraine.
"McDonalds at Hammersmith station, its in the shopping centre."
So I arrived at Hammersmith at 7:30 in the morning. having endured the tribulations of a 23 hour flight, my body wanted some grease. Fast.
"A small fries please"
The adolescent behind the counter looked at me as though I had started dancing the nutbush.
"We don't have any."
'You don't have any fries? Here?"
"No."
HAD THE WORLD GONE TOPSY-TURVY??!
Maybe he thought it was too early for fries, but my stomach certainly didn't. I decided to let it rest however, and ordered a bagel instead. But it was so infinantly less satisfying.
The service was prompt however, as no doubt the young man was eager to be rid of this malodorousk greasy bag-wileding lady who was demanding fries at odd hours of the morning.
So it wasn't long before I was reunited with Lorraine, and reunited with a comfortable horizontal surface. Its amazing how much you take these things for granted.
"Where should I meet you after you finish work?" I asked Lorraine.
"Outside the McDonalds at Liverpool St Station."
What a surprise. It wouldn't be long before I had toured the McDonaldses of London.
Lorraine was Lorr-ate so I actually spent quite a long time in that McDonalds. Enough to watch a German family buy and then consume two industrail size bags of food. The bags could have been used as crisis housing.
But there was one more stop on teh tour-de-mac. on Saturday evening we went out to a nice pug in Clapham South, that soon became a nice, very full pub. Then when the rain started and everyone packed inside it became a nice, very ful, very unbearably hot pub. Eventually the jet lag kicked in and I could take no more. On the way home the bell tolled cheese-burger o'clock, something that only happens after a certain number of drinks. Normally I can't stand the sight of the things, but at these times I want nothign else. others may experience this phenomenom as kebab o'clock.
"McDonalds at Hammersmith station, its in the shopping centre."
So I arrived at Hammersmith at 7:30 in the morning. having endured the tribulations of a 23 hour flight, my body wanted some grease. Fast.
"A small fries please"
The adolescent behind the counter looked at me as though I had started dancing the nutbush.
"We don't have any."
'You don't have any fries? Here?"
"No."
HAD THE WORLD GONE TOPSY-TURVY??!
Maybe he thought it was too early for fries, but my stomach certainly didn't. I decided to let it rest however, and ordered a bagel instead. But it was so infinantly less satisfying.
The service was prompt however, as no doubt the young man was eager to be rid of this malodorousk greasy bag-wileding lady who was demanding fries at odd hours of the morning.
So it wasn't long before I was reunited with Lorraine, and reunited with a comfortable horizontal surface. Its amazing how much you take these things for granted.
"Where should I meet you after you finish work?" I asked Lorraine.
"Outside the McDonalds at Liverpool St Station."
What a surprise. It wouldn't be long before I had toured the McDonaldses of London.
Lorraine was Lorr-ate so I actually spent quite a long time in that McDonalds. Enough to watch a German family buy and then consume two industrail size bags of food. The bags could have been used as crisis housing.
But there was one more stop on teh tour-de-mac. on Saturday evening we went out to a nice pug in Clapham South, that soon became a nice, very full pub. Then when the rain started and everyone packed inside it became a nice, very ful, very unbearably hot pub. Eventually the jet lag kicked in and I could take no more. On the way home the bell tolled cheese-burger o'clock, something that only happens after a certain number of drinks. Normally I can't stand the sight of the things, but at these times I want nothign else. others may experience this phenomenom as kebab o'clock.
posted by Girl with a pearl at
10:33 AM
2 Comments:
Wonderful! A blog! You never told me, or you did but I didn't realise you actively wrote in it! Though, I was a touch wary of the address "girlwithpearl", It sounded as though you "had your pearls done", a rather bizzare and uncomfortable procedure occasionally self-inflicted by divers - I'm not sure I told you about it? Anyway your trip all sounds hilarious fun, though it has only just begun. Keep the story coming, good to hear from you and that.
By
Anonymous, at 11:27 AM
Hej moo-moo. Just having some happy memories about other cheeseburgers in London on pub crawls. At least you didn't stick fries up your nose this time because they didn't have them. Or did you *ominous voice*.
By
Anonymous, at 3:39 AM
Post a Comment
<< Home