Brand loyalty ?

Recently, my local Safeway has been turning into a Morrisons. A fair number of products have disappeared from the shelves but everyday stuff seemed a bit cheaper. I wasn't worried cos Safeway had always been pretty guff.

Now I find, midway through this transformation, it has been sold to Somerfield ! which is beginning to leave me somewhat confused. All I really wanted was a Tesco.

I'm sure, though, that no end of re-branding will repair my ill-feeling towards the bimbo who forgot to give me my £10 cashback the other day. Not that I should have noticed myself of course.

RIP Mr Peel

Farewell then John Peel, now there really is nothing worth listening to on the radio.

Toilet humour

We are having the toilets at work upgraded to become disabled loos.

I swear we just had a workman come to the door saying he was here to fit the "motion detector" in the ladies.......

The brilliance of Serge

This could be taken as a continuation of my "isn't France brilliant" post but I just finished reading a biography of Serge Gainsbourg and can't believe what a genius he was.

Obviously I particularly admire his ability to pull stunning women despite being uglier than me ! but he also managed to upset conservative France with a Reggae version of their National Anthem before the sex pistols had thought of doing "God Save the Queen". He also managed to record numerous albums in as many styles, shoot a variety of bizarre movies and still have time to direct commercials for the Renault 9, Babyliss and yoghurt.

For some reason, his most famous quote appears to be "ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts" but I prefer his effort on one of his legendary talk show appearances when he turned to fellow guest Whitney Houston and announced "I'd like to f*ck you". I believe the chat show host attempted to alter the translation but since it had gone out live, he was wasting his time.

What a guy

This isn't Mexico ..

So the fashion of the season appears to be ponchos ! I'm unsure why though ?

I think an enterprising manufacturer has turned a surplus of tablecloths into ponchos by punching holes in the middle. Either that, or somewhere there is a sweatshop full of old grannies doing crochet.

This became clear to me as I watched a girl trying to put something in the luggage rack on the train - her poncho/tablecloth was too tight and she couldn't lift her arms above her head.