The hunger's never quite gone around here.

Desperately craving chilli potato fries. The kind you get for a whole bowl-ful when its pouring and you're daring your two chaddi friends to run out and place the order because no one wants to move from the car. And then you go out and they run after you, laughing.

Potato fries and menthol and chips. Damp hair and hot food and laughter. The past's always crystal clear and the future's always dim. And we're stuck in fantasy worlds with prospects grim.

Grayness everywhere. What a pity. The melancholia is pathetic.