I was actually in a small bistro in Hampstead eating a jacket potato, because it was the only vegan thing on the whole bloody menu.
There was no hippy chick
Cockroaches would evolve opposable thumbs, become the dominant species, reinvent electricity and music and eventually form their own weird subcultures.
Jacket spud? Blimey bet you didnt get much change from a £20 where you eat.
Who goes to a bistro in Hamstead for a tatty spud?
You were on your own then? embarrassed-smiley61.gif