4 May 2003 18:57 [link]
stench
It smells like something died in our flat. Sara reckons that this is probably because something died in our flat. She says it smells like the dead mouse she found in her car once.
We can't find any rodent corpses, though. This leaves two possibilities: a mouse under the floorboards, or an invisible mouse.
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4 May 2003 17:22 [link]
mcdonalds
I've always considered McDonalds to be low self-esteem food: I only tend to eat there when I'm not feeling good about myself, and my food mirrors my mood.
Spurred on by a desire to save money, Sara and I decided that we'd make use of the offer of two burgers and two portions of chips (no! not fries!) for £2 and save some money.
We each had two burgers and split a drink. The burgers were not just nasty but actively unpleasant. The portions of chips were tiny. The drink was minute. (Actually it was a Happy Meal drink, which the server swore blind was a regular sized drink. I found myself unable to complain.)
Oxford's McDonalds is also notably depressing. All McDonalds are depressing, but Oxford's version of it is the acme of soul-destroying. Screaming children jumping on seats, malnourished youths shouting at each other in the foyer, busloads of tourists shovelling down lukewarm, disintegrating, rubbery burgers and cold chips.
To be honest, with hindsight, I'd have rather gone hungry.
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