And as the kitten of opportunity throws up on the sandwich of destiny, I see we’ve reached the end of the show…
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! After several days of failed attempts to psyche myself up to ask Mystery Sandwich Girl out for a drink, I decided that today was going to be the day, dammit. A real “GO BACK IN THERE, ARTHUR PEWTEY” moment. All week something’s been not quite right, like there was a big queue of people…