A couple of photos
I don't know which Bush this refers to.
Both? Probably not. Probably aimed at one or t'other. In any case a
bit of old-world graffiti harking back to the pre-tagging,
pre-Banksy, cats like plain crisps / free George Davis days...
Here's one of those confusing ones. If
we're to take our litter home, isn't that a redundant...er...litter
bin?
I can't eat all that!
A first today. My first cup of tea and
sausage bap from one of those roadside vans. Dave's diabetic and
needs to eat regularly to manage it, so he's great at breaking my
habitual “eat when you've finished work” approach. The tea was
decent, in an oversized polystyrene cup, and the bloke operating the
van honest enough to admit losing count:
“One tea, none. One tea. Two sugars.
Or four sugars. May have sugared it twice. Let me know and I'll do
you another.”
Dave had a bacon baguette. None of
those photos you get in the Wimpy, not clues as to what to expect.
Six rashers and a whole baguette, halved, on the biggest paper plate
you've ever seen. It was good, he said, so I can only assume it was
boredom that had him feeding the last bit to the crows hanging around
in the layby.
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