Whatever you're sellin', I ain't buyin'

On our way back from a meal out at a Mexican restaurant in Greenwich (food barely digested), a forward thinking individual had this great idea to stop off at KFC and pick up tomorrows lunch.

Don't look at me, I'm just the designated driver. As this particular KFC didn't seem to care much for the term "fast food", I decided to take this picture whilst waiting agonisingly long for my passengers to return with a bucket full of chicken and a brimful of Asha... You know, on a forty five. (Well actually, it was about ten thirty).

Thamesmead, London.

Joshua, TCC