Whilst we're confirmed Subway fans these days, we still have sentimental yearnings for MacDonalds. Indeed the other night in the wonderful Trafford Centre food hall we sat with McDonald's cheeseburgers and chocolate milkshakes under a painted dreamy sky with the star-lights coming on lost in a reverie of true loving romance...

Once on tour with a Fellow Storyteller we fetched up in a Northern Town where my companion was keen to sample the over-priced organic fare on offer at the local wholefood restaurant. I passed on this, heading for McDonalds instead, much to chagrin of my Fellow Storyteller who later expressed his disappointment and passed moral judgement on my willingness to partake of less-than ethical fare having mistaken me for a kindred spirit of the new-age persuasion. There's a lot of that in the storytelling world.

Shite chips though; go to Burger King if you want good chips.