The VK: a wondrous place where I’m neither necessarily the shortest nor widest person.

The nice young lady at the food court at O2 seemed so genuinely confused by my order of a veggie burger, a small (i.e., just a pint) DIET coke, I gave up trying to even start negotiating the concept of selling me the menu without chips while charging the same.

After me were two girls, of the kind that is easier to jump over than walk around, ordering the biggest burger, with an extra large coke (in addition to the beer that came with their menus), and a couple bags of crisps for good measure. While waiting for the back office to nuke the food, they were discussing ordering another burger each.