Truck stop meat pies.
Just say no.
Monday, 27 January 2014
Friday, 17 January 2014
Baby this town rips the bones from your back... ooo, three ply!
So I'm in the supermarket, making my way between 'personal items' and 'dog food', when I become aware of the music playing over the PA - the racing drums and uptempo riff that is the opening to Born to Run.
(For those who lack a classical education, here it is)
This song was a revelation to me in the 70s, and has happily tracked along with me over the years, even if I relate more to the more wistful 'reflective of a youth now behind me' version these days (as, I suspect, does Bruce):
Anyway, back in the dog food aisle, it suddenly dawned on me that the greatest "1, 2, 3, 4!" count-in in rock history (3:00 in the first YouTube clip) is now deemed suitable for background supermarket music.
Gawd, I feel old.
Note added: even Bruce is taking the piss out of this song now. Coles: all is forgiven.
(For those who lack a classical education, here it is)
This song was a revelation to me in the 70s, and has happily tracked along with me over the years, even if I relate more to the more wistful 'reflective of a youth now behind me' version these days (as, I suspect, does Bruce):
Anyway, back in the dog food aisle, it suddenly dawned on me that the greatest "1, 2, 3, 4!" count-in in rock history (3:00 in the first YouTube clip) is now deemed suitable for background supermarket music.
Gawd, I feel old.
Note added: even Bruce is taking the piss out of this song now. Coles: all is forgiven.
Wednesday, 15 January 2014
One glass of pineapple flavoured air please
Warning: bizarre rant (and first world problem) follows
There's an alarming trend in cafes - especially more expensive ones - to serve juices 'frothed'. In Sydney last week I ordered a glass of pineapple juice, at a cost of $4. When it turned up, not only was it about one third ice, the juice had been blended/whisked/whateverthehelltheydowithit within an inch of its life. I reckon I got about a tablespoon of pineapple juice in total.
If people like that, fine. But can I at least ask for some truth in advertising? Rather than
Pineapple Juice $4
on the menu, how about something more accurate, such as
Pineapple burp (with ice) $4, sucker
There's an alarming trend in cafes - especially more expensive ones - to serve juices 'frothed'. In Sydney last week I ordered a glass of pineapple juice, at a cost of $4. When it turned up, not only was it about one third ice, the juice had been blended/whisked/whateverthehelltheydowithit within an inch of its life. I reckon I got about a tablespoon of pineapple juice in total.
If people like that, fine. But can I at least ask for some truth in advertising? Rather than
Pineapple Juice $4
on the menu, how about something more accurate, such as
Pineapple burp (with ice) $4, sucker
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