I've made it to England... · 10:29pm Sep 25th, 2016
...but I still can't escape the Colonel.
He watches me with his horrid black eyes, his pallid white skin. His grease-soaked breath creeps down my back. Fleeing to this country, I thought I could rest—I thought I could escape his grasp, could escape the endless nightmares of being thrown into lakes of burning fryer oil. But little did I know, he is inescapable. He is eternal. Now, hands shaking, teeth clattering, I fall to my knees and bed for mercy. But He has no mercy—He has no humanity! He is above us! We will die by his greasy hands, being fed fried chicken and mediocre french fries until we suffocate! And it is only then that the suffering will end.
...also there's a Nando's.
I have yet to ascertain if they are truly as cheeky as everyone claims.
BUT IS IT CHEE--oh.
Guess I'll have to wait. :B Keep us posted!
I might fancy curry club at the 'Spoons if not for my lad Calum who's an absolute ledge
I seem to recall there being a restaurant called the Texas Embassy in Trafalgar Square. That was year ago, though.