We are doing Clarkson’s Farm meets Startup Podcast for the arts.
But it sounds like two writers having a drink in the pub and me having to fetch my own damned sauce for my korean fried chicken wrap (£5.95 incl alcoholic beverage).
Then the waitress inexplicably delivers us a bag of nuts.
Was she saying sorry for making me fetch my own garlic chilli sauce from inside over by the toilets?
Or did she just give it to us by accident when the nice dutch man on the next table had ordered it and had to watch us eat every last nut?
Spoiler from Steve (after I ran for the bus)
