My Dad has been known to call me a health fascist. He takes the time to enjoy life in the south of France. He sups bubbly blond beers, savours fruity red wines, eats fine cheeses and nibbles dark chocolate in the early evening sunshine, all the time lamenting that I'm a bit of a fitness freak and asking me where it all went wrong.Therefore I am sure he will be happy to hear me give maximum respect to the fast food chain "Subway".
The reason why I am paying homage to them is not actually because of their new range of "Extra Greasy Cut Your Life by 10 Years" sandwiches, but it is actually because they provide a free internet connection in Bristol airport. As I wait for my flight to Cork in Ireland, I was slowly losing the will to live in an airport that can only be described as a poor man's Stansted. However it was Subway that has provided me with the vital link to the rest of the world. On top of that, I consider the fact that there is a power socket sufficiently close by as nothing less than divine intervention.
So therefore the moral of the story is not so much as junk food is actually not that bad, but more, I can't survive without an internet connection. The other piece of good news is that this internet connection this afternoon has ensured that I don't have to sit in the hotel this evening and do the day's emails....that way I can get to the gym and go for a swim! Long live Subway I say.
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