20 June 2008
Somewhere on a road between Dorset and London a familiar red and white neon sign flashed into view - Little Chef - and suddenly I am 18 and in a new country for the first time. My Great Aunt and Uncle have picked me up from Heathrow and it's cold and foggy and I feel sick. So we stop at Little Chef for a cup of tea.
Overcome by nostalgia I force Mz Electra to pull over and we pile into the comfort and warmth of neutral taupe interiors, blue carpet and formica tables for a cup of tea (and an egg, cheese and mushroom breakfast roll at 10.30 at night).
