“A large Big Mac, extra fries. Actually, make it two. I’ll get a large strawberry milkshake as well. Actually, make it XL. Can I get a nine-piece chicken select on the side. And I’ll get an apple pie too.”

I looked at the people around me while my server punched in the order and caught eyes with the kid standing with his mum to my side. I could see in them a sort of... pity. Not jealously at the amount of food I was getting and he wasn’t, but pity at the amount I was going to eat.

“Better make the milkshake a regular, please,” I said to the server in a quiet voice, head down, unable to meet her eyes.