WALK past any McDonald’s at pretty much any time of the day and you are pretty much guaranteed to be greeted by a large group of teenagers hovering close to the door.

We’ve all seen them, those strange beasts with odd headgear, jeans that only reach halfway up their bottoms and with a conversation that you simply don’t understand when you are over the age of 17.

They swear by the shop with the golden arches whereas when you get that little bit older you tend to avoid the place, well aside from their perfectly acceptable breakfasts.

But on Easter Sunday I was forced into Blackburn’s McDonald’s out of necessity - and hunger - as everything else was closed and I had been rather dumb and left my sandwiches in the fridge when I set off to work.

By mid-afternoon the breakfast menu was long finished and a repeat of the Michael Douglas scene in the film Falling Down would be frowned upon so I ordered a Big Mac meal and waited...and waited.

I think it was the fries that were delayed but I got chance to hear a conversation about something called Sigma and Shift KY3 - Google informs me they are pop acts - before my meal was served up and a paper bag and I headed back to the office.

The fries were lukewarm when I got back to my desk and the Big Mac itself was okay but no more. It filled a hole so served a purpose.

They say that tastes change as you get older and McDonald’s probably not for me...and I can’t really see myself downloading Sigma’s latest song from the hit parade either.