All You Can Eat

I live in a relatively suburban part of London; parks, trees, birds tweeting, that sort of thing. Very little of the all-night, all-day party-drugs and shootings scene surround us. It is with this in mind that you have to question the sanity of whoever it is that recently opened up a 24 hour bagel store. That's right. Bagels. 24 hours a day. I mean, petrol, sure, supermarkets, sure, kebabs even, sure, but bagels? You walk in it looks like any other sandwich bar you've ever seen, they even serve waffles as an alternative. But who wants bagels or waffles at 12.58am or 3.32pm or 4.31am? I give it two weeks, tops. Unless of course... it's a front for some drugs-smuggling/people-trafficking action. Then I'd give it three weeks. It reminds me of Chubby's on the Holloway road, a run down sandwich counter seemingly never open, but with a door in the back that was always slightly ajar, and if you walked past and looked from a certain angle, you could see it opened up onto this arcade for pensioners, full of fruit machines and space invaders and totally inhabited by senior citizens.