We were playing a game of ‘would you rather’ on a long, boring car journey. You know, things like ‘would you rather live at the top of a very tall building with only stairs, no lift, or underground with no windows’. We were rolling along happily and then Archie came up with ‘Would you rather work in a city where shark sausages came out of the road, or on a mashed potato island?’
Fess up, who slipped a tab of LSD in his packed lunch?
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