When I was at uni, I used to buy Banana Milkshake from the canteen every time I was in there (and as students, a lot of our time was spent in the canteen) (or the pub, but as pubs don’t sell banana milkshake, they’ll take no further part in this blog).

It started out as having one with my lunch, this soon led to getting one first thing before lectures started (or more accurately, as I was usually late for first lecture, I’d get one first thing, after lectures started).

It soon got to be a running theme, if we’re in the canteen, phee (not that I was called that back then) is drinking banana milkshake.

When I left uni I went cold turkey (not through choice, just through laziness, nearest banana milk seller too far to walk)

But recently.. on my way into work I’ve been stopping at the shop and buying banana milk.. it just started as “ooh I used to love those, I’ll have one now”… now it’s Every morning.

This morning I didn’t have change to buy one, so the shopkeeper let me have it on credit, this afternoon I went back in to pay him, thought it’d be rude not to buy something off him after him giving me credit, so bought another..

I am well and truly back on the downward spiral, 2 banana milks today, it can only lead to tears!

And just in case you’re wondering, no, banana milk isn’t a metaphor for something more serious.. I Really do mean banana milk.