This is a small Greggs, and not very busy, which makes a nice change from waiting in a massive queue if you’re desperate for a greasy pasty one hungover morning. Of course, only if you live in the area, as it’s a bit out of the way of the hustle bustle of the West End, and miles away from the City Centre. The stock is fairly limited, and the employees are young and nervous looking. But I got my halloween ring cakes here, and that’s all that matters. Though to be fair they are genuinely quite rank tasting — I’m just all about those plastic rings…