Colin Gregg, son of Greggs founder John Gregg, has just been done for serial noncery, and been sentenced to over 13 years, which is about as long as it takes to digest one of their shitty fucking steak bakes. One of which, if you pulled it apart, would resemble the state his arse will be in within a few months of meeting his new besties on E-wing. Or maybe one of their cream pies?
Makes me glad I've never set foot in one. Although apparently, an easy and thrillingly realistic recreation of the Pamplona Bull Run can be precipitated by dropping a 20p on the floor there.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-tyne-39443585