Wednesday, 29 November 2006

Can That Place Do Nothing Right?

When I went into the nearby cafe this lunchtime I initially walked back out because I didn't fancy my lunch cooked by a spotty youth wearing a Celtic top with his nickname on the back.

Faced with only the office snack machine as my lunch choice I went back down to the cafe and chose a sandwich.

It was only halfway through eating it when I noticed it was half white and half brown bread.

They cocked up fish and chips, they've cocked up burgers, they've cocked up pasta, they've cocked up bacon rolls, they've cocked up rolls and sausage, they've even cocked up toast. Now they've cocked up a simple sandwich. I think I should make more effort to make my own lunch in future.

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