Love these shots of lone RT blokes gazing disconsolately at shelves of low quality food.
"Ghastly prawn sandwich? Or tuna and sweet corn? Do I even like prawns? Not much. Cheese maybe? You're usually safe with cheese. It's all equally disgusting. But I'm hungry so I should definitely get something. I just haven't yet decided what. Red bull to wash it down I reckon - red bull's nice." etc.
That's what he's mainly thinking. But running alongside those thoughts is the slow steady burble of "I'M WEARING RED TROUSERS! I'M RED TROUSERS GUY! OH YES I AM!"
