Why call it an all day breakfast when clearly it isn’t? We won’t think any less of you for advertising it as simply “breakfast”. Now however we see you for the liars you are…and we presume what you call “bacon” is not. And your sausages are mashed up wasps.
So, Ant has decided to embark upon an introductory music listening quest of sorts (as explained two articles down) and has asked me to provide him with an album a week from a band, solo-artist or producer of my choice, each week for 26 weeks correlating with each member of the alphabet. Kicking of this…
It seems the sign writers on this Iceland van had a crisis of faith whilst in the midst of a bold statement. Either that or they forgot their own slogon (mums go to Iceland) and decided to stop when they realised the cock-up. It would have been one of those "just let it go Kev-…
This edition’s superbly executed idea of the month (new feature) and also in my opinion; strong contender for the coveted position of Mr. March (also new… not at all coveted) has to go to Lewis John Grimes of Doncaster for organising the quite splendid ‘Secret Mixtape Swap’ on bookface last month. You will find no…
Is it just me or are greetings cards a little more brash these days? If a card like this hit the shelves in the 1930’s I think people may well have died of shock…either that or they would have sold billions. Maybe everyone was filthy in the 30’s but didn’t have an outlet. Worth pondering…
Oh dear. Silly, silly Lugo. You went and got yourself stabbed through the central median thyrohyoid ligament with a knife thrown across the room by Jack Bauer (after he had removed it from his own stomach, no less) That’ll learn you. – Jenkins
I appreciate your attention to detail when it comes to the false advertising regarding the “All Day Breakfast”, and I want to make it absolutely clear that I am not trying to be a douche, but I have to chuckle a little about your pretense at culinary expertise. You are British right? How on earth would you know if the bacon was even a pork product? Shit, was that too harsh?
Do you doubt the quality of our food here in Britain? Well next time are this side of the pond then allow me to furnish you with a “Proper” British Breakfast. Do you prefer your Sausages with the scales still on or not? Some can be funny about the teeth too- but they can easy be picked out of the beans.