Gulity Pleasures

Oh, the guilty pleasure of the Steak Bake. Tender chunks of meaty goodness in a rich gravy, encased in flaky golden pastry. So right, and yet so wrong.

Why do they bother advertising the price in the window? Deep down, we all know the real cost isn't paid in pounds and pence...

What? Did I have one? Of course not: it was only 9.30, after all.

I had two.