Now, I'm no adonis and my diet is certainly not fit for a king-unless that king was a fan of Yo-yoing like some 90's Blue
We were knackered (read: Jack was knackered). We (Jack) didn't want to cycle any more. The hills had proved a tough challenge (for Jack), made worse by cycling only on a diet of cheese and meals from Indian restaurants in the Southampton region. We (both) just wanted cheese, and we were on course to miss our next appointment by at least two hours.
Our initial summer holiday plan was to barge up the Norfolk Broads, but our middle-aged travel aspirations were not matched by a middle-aged disposable income. So we decided to do the next most obvious option: we would hire bikes, and hunt down locally produced British cheese.
The night rounded off with what could only be the most embarrassing and funny thing in the whole of TGI's... receiving our burger face pictures. Earlier on a guy came around snapping pictures of us making our 'burger faces' before we tucked into the delicious food. You can see my stunning burger face below...