Disturbing thought from the second Doctor Who episode: it will only take 5 billion years for a Britney Spears song to be considered classical music.

Went back with Robert and Felicity to A budgie called Harry. We wanted to try their foot-long hot dogs. They were a fulling meal. It was not worth over twenty minutes for service on such a simple meal. We were not the only ones. A girl came in and ordered a bag of takeaway chips after us. It did not impress me when one of the serving staff (not kitchen staff) stepped out onto the deck where we were for a bottle of coke and a cigarette. I managed to spill mustard over my shirt and pants.

I’m still not hungry four hours later. Robert finished his plate and then filched the half a serving that had been left behind on another table.