Speaking of McDonalds milkshakes and kids parties:- I remember having my birthday party at McDonalds when i was a kid. The highlight of the party was supposed to be the birthday boy and one friend going on a guided tour of the kitchens (obviously way before the Health & Safety Nazis got voted in) whilst the rest of the little oiks moped upstairs on a mocked up paddle steamer/seating area contraption.

The choosing of the friend to accompany me on this exciting tour was a difficult one, so naturally i chose the one who had bought me the most expensive present. Most kids wait til they get home before the ceremony of the presents takes place, but i always insisted on opening them as soon as they were handed to me, if not before, so that i could make an informed choice on who i should garner my attention on during the party and have my mum rig the Pass The Parcel game for them. A friend (not my best friend) bought me a Stay Puff Marshmallow Man figure so, seeing as my arsehole parents had neglected to get it for me, he became the clear winner.

So onwards to the Magical McDonalds kitchen we went, where, amongst other delights, we were shown the amazing walk-in refridgerator and the delightful deep fat fryers. This was all extremely fascinating to an 8 year old and his new best friend but the best was still to come. The pinnacle of the tour was to be a go at making our very own milkshakes on their fangled machine. When it was my turn (first, obviously) our spotty teenager guide asked what flavour i wanted. It was my fucking party and I wanted every flavour in the biggest size available. When he said that that wouldn't be possible, I kicked up an almighty stink and told him in no uncertain terms that i wasn't leaving until i got what i wanted- a tried and tested method of negotiation many times before. When he finally sucumbed to my outlandish request, I remember the look of utter distain on the young lads face as he realised he had come accross the most spoilt little bastard in Mcdonalds party history as he watched me gleefully making a horrific mess of his machine, which also resulted in my friend not being able to use it until it was all cleaned up. Regrettably, we didn't have time for that as there was a certain little persons cake waiting in the wings. I would have thought that a massive chocolate, banana, vanilla and strawberry milkshake would have tasted much nicer than it actually did but it mattered not as i strode up the restaurant stairs like a little pig in shit to soak up the rest of the sycophantic vibes and enjoy my Big Mac meal whilst everyone ate their crappy Happy Meals.
Good times!

what are the prices like?