Tbh the shit I see London commuters piling into their rancid snaggle-toothed gobs at Euston station* is every bit as bad.
Whole rock solid upper crust baguettes and £4 congealed cheese ‘Delice de France’ croissants in translucent bags.
*Yes, I know a lot of them will be northerners, but most of the poor rain-sodden downtrodden bastards in that 60s hellhole at 6pm on a weekday are going to Watford, Tring, Milton Keynes, Hemel Hempstead etc.
