Help! Help me, I’m trapped behind this giant baked potato! Yes, Shelton’s, the sandwich shop across from where I work, officially has the Biggest Fucking Potatoes Anywhere in London. I saw the lady behind the counter making mine, and she poured an entire bowl of chilli on to it. And let’s not forget the cheese. So how I am expected to work all afternoon with this giant bolus (have you any idea how long I’ve been waiting to use that word?) of carbs and grease in my stomach I do not know. Maybe if I just slither under my desk for a few min…