That’s 2 nights on the trot eating badly. Last night was Pizza from the local kebab shop. I feel now like I’m becoming a regular- and that really isn’t a good thing ! Sometimes you just need some pick-me-up comfort food. I must admit I did feel better after it.

Tonight was worse. I’m traveling to Bucks for a work meeting, I could have gone tomorrow morning but decided that I didn’t quite want to get a 5:30AM train to make sure I arrived on time. On the way into London I had a craving for KFC ! I remembered there was a KFC just outside Kings Cross Station.

KFC in Kings Cross – now you really can’t get more classy than that !

I arrived at KFC to be met with a scene you’d expect from Hill Street Blues ! No seats for a start, and a teller system similar to that you have in banks. I guess they get a lot of trouble. The people in front of me I couldn’t actually understand. That’s becoming more and more of a problem for me. I’m getting old ! Just really vague mumbles. When it was my turn to get served the lady on the counter looked at me as if I was some breath of fresh air ! Simple transaction, also being really pleasant to me asking if I wanted extra cutlery etc. As I stood eating my food I looked around. What a utterly horrible place !

It reminded me once of when I had to go to a Job Centre when I first move to Cambridge. I had a period of about 6 weeks when I technically wasn’t employed and so decided I’d get my money’s worth out of the National Insurance I’d be paying of the rest of my life by claiming benefits. Walk into the Job Centre, looking totally out of place, only to be whisked off to a room where people asked me if they could help me !