Oh to have a lunch!
I have to pretend my breakfast (which I may add only happens once every 2,341 days) is my lunch.
I have to pretend it's a salad from Boots when really it's just a collection of old trainer soles marinated in old shoe polish!!!
You lucky, lucky bar stewards!!!!!
Luxury. We get a handful of gravel......
Gravel! Was that with or without ditch water, you lucky sod?
No ditch water, ditch water is luxury. Did I mention we had to catch the gravel as it was being thrown at us?
Fast food! You're complaining about fast food?
We had to quarry our own...
You had a quarry? You lucky lucky bar steward. We used to dream of getting fresh gravel from a quarry. After we got up at 4.30 and licked the road clean with tongue, we would catch the gravel thrown up from passing lorries!