No longer do you have to worry about having enough notes to pay for the rip-off pitta bread full of grease and some form of meat that has been hanging there rotating on an axis all day, and could possibly have all manners of… stuff on it. No longer must it mean venturing out down to the local magical restaurant/chippie, or even having to pick up the phone.
All you need is a kettle, some basic motor skills and the patience to wait four minutes 
I must go out and buy crates of the wonder that is the Doner Kebab flavour Pot Noodle!
Although I am more of a big fan of the original curry, or the chicken satay. Or maybe some beef and tomato…
I just can not bring myself to eat a pot noodle. OH often has one, the smell is vile.
FOUR minutes?
That’s a deal breaker right there.
Pot Noodles are vile. That is all.