Even us two dyslexics can recognise that the small coke that digger got at the cinema and then took four days to finish has got to be bad for you. It was the size of a penguin! Its only redeeming quality was that his right bicep had a serious strain every time he tried to lift it to his sugary lips. But this was the ‘small’ coke, the large size was just obscene! Upon ordering it the equivalent of a cement mixing truck parked down at the side of the screen, attached a heavy duty hose to the gluttonous lips of the human blob who ordered it and pumped the black liquid sugar into them. A small coke… please.