Bill Bailey has a joke about Little Chefs – that they were built on ancient ley lines and then the motorways came in and joined them up. London is like that with Prets now. A complex network of thousands of Prets, all conveniently joined up by the streets of the capital. There are even off-licences and pubs placed at intervals in case you get thirsty between sandwiches. And you do get thirsty.

The warm lights of the pubs and the Prets beckon.
Come in, they say, There’s no need to stand in the rain.

And there is no need.

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