RB doesn’t mess about when hunger strikes. A whimper becomes a wail in the same time a Bugatti Veyron can do 0-60. So thank goodness for my Bébé au Lait invisibility cape, which came highly recommended. The fabric choices aren’t the snazziest, I wore something similar as a waitress, but who gives a shit when it means you can whip out a tit wherever, whenever, without having to feel paranoid.
(Pic lovingly nicked from John Lewis online)