There’s no shame in occasionally succumbing to the beckoning neon glow of McDonald’s golden arches. Given the right set of circumstances – ie, hungover – nothing quite hits the spot like a large Big Mac Meal with a thick, creamy vanilla milkshake. The slovenly among us will often err on the side of the drive-thru option. And why not? A short 50-metre loop that allows the thick-headed diner to order and eat without facing the gaze of the general public.
Matthew Fairbrother is no stranger to the McDonald’s drive-thru. But his most recent visit was no bleary-eyed quest for sustenance. Fairbrother, you see, even after passing the menu 26,000 times in 24 hours, didn’t order a single thing – not a chip, not a sachet of ketchup, not a solitary gherkin. In fact, during his visit to this particular fast-food emporium, it was closed.
