Those chilled premade sandwiches in service stations are the worst meal. Usually you grab it when you’re on the go, you’re hungry and you only have time for a quick bite. You’re a man on the go, you’re making moves! You read the ingredients….”heyyy I like those things”.

You hand over the money, go to your car and start to chow down on a flat, cold, bland, tasteless and stale mess. Its simultaneously too soggy and too dry. Its a culinary paradox. A failed meal. You’re full, but your day is slightly ruined and you’re sharply reminded that some day you’ll die and you’re wasting your life sitting in a car park eating horrible shite. You need a packet of doritos and a snickers to wash the taste away. Then you feel fat. No wonder the interview didn’t go well. You’re a mess.