Pub Sunday Roasts – look like shit, taste like heaven.
Crap Local Shop Competition Prizes.
I think it’s the lack of pretence that I love the most … the simple-yet-effective promise that offers no illusion or hype.
It’s reassuring … warm … pleasing.
Maybe it’s because it reminds me of where/how I grew up or maybe it’s because its about as far removed from the image conscious World of Advertising as you can get … but I love it, miss it and want more of it … which all goes to show you can take the boy out of Nottingham but you can’t take Nottingham out the boy, ha!
[Yes I am in HK, but like a sad bastard, I wrote this post prior to leaving and set it to come on automatically today. And yes, I am still pissed off … infact I’m really angry]