10/08/2010 16:27 BST | Updated 22/05/2015 10:12 BST

Diary Of A 5-Year-Old: The Golden Arches

Some of my friends are allowed to go to those places where you eat food out of paper boxes and you're allowed to eat with your fingers!. You get as much tomato ketchup as you want and you get a party hat and you get toys and loads of chips and there is a really good curly wurly slide outside and there is milk shake so thick you can't suck it through the straw (which is a bit stupid really) and hamburgers and... and.... it's really good.

My mummy and daddy don't take me to those places. They say the food is not good for us. It's probably because they don't sell spinach or cauliflower or broccoli or ikky stuff like that. They only have the stuff kids really like. Not fair.

My friend had a party though and then I was allowed to go. It wasn't the normal place but it looked a bit like it. Mummy said I should probably have the chicken something. I told them that when I got there but they said the only chicken thing they had was something called "Wicked Wings!"

If that means wings from a chicken then does that mean it was a very very naughty chicken?

I asked for the burger and told mummy I had chicken!

But I feel a bit bad now.