Oh my God, what have I done? Going into this place at 2pm on a Friday afternoon, having only had a measly bowl of museli for your breakfast is just asking for trouble.

If I was to put this problem into a mathematical equation it will look something like this:

Eyes > Stomach = Sick + Sleepy

In my gluttonous state I went for chips, cod and mushy peas…plus a couple of slices of buttered bread…oh yeah, and a can of full fat coke.

What was I thinking? If I was a 20 stone trucker then I might have stood a chance, but as a 5’ 8” ‘new media’ wimp I was fighting a losing battle from the start.

Don’t get me wrong, they serve a great plate of fish and chips here but there’s a lot of it (and you’d expect a decent portion if you’re paying £6 for the fish!) and I defy you to clean your plate and walk out without having to take your belt back a notch.

I’d like to say I’ve learned my lesson, but I know I’ll do exactly the same next time… maybe I’ll go for Diet Coke next time though!