On entering the works canteen (or Staff Restaurant as they like to call it) I caught a glimpse of what I initially thought was entitled the "David Lynch Menu".
It was in fact the Daily Lunch Menu, but for a moment I had to brace myself.
I imagined I was about to enter a grubby, morosely lit dining room, with a defective neon bulb flickering overhead it's few occupants, whilst a pasty woman with impetigo dollops out mince and mash potatoes, accompanied a low, monotonous industrial hum.
No change there then.
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