Re: Coding under the influence
My most memorable kebab was in Cambridge. While waiting to be served, past 11pm, very busy, a pair of ne'er-do-wells took a crowbar to the fag machine on the back wall. It came off pretty easily, and they then headed off down down the road with it. The speed at which the guys serving vaulted the counter was Olympic (they were Greek). One of them was still holding his mahoosive knife that they use for slicing the kebab meat off the skewer. And shouting, there was lots of shouting.