Yesterday, I couldn't post anything because I was schepping up the M1. It was a bad day, not least because of the horrendous traffic jams near Nottingham and Leeds. However, the low point of the day was reached when we pulled into a service station and I was persuaded, against my better judgement, to lunch on a Burgerking whopper.
I can't quite remember the last time I ate at Burgerking but it must have been at least seven or eight years ago. In this age of change, I can report that Burgerking remains a constant. Their burgers are as bad as I remember them.
However, the thing that really shocked me was the price; it was seven quid for their so called meal. When did fast food get so expensive? I was expecting to pay about £3 quid; imagine my surprise when the spotty northern youth behind the counter asked over £12 quid for two of their mangy dead flesh sandwiches.
It is times like this that remember just how much inflation we have suffered under our once independent central bank. The CPI data might have been telling us that we were a low inflation economy; but the menu at Burgerking speaks the truth.