More ranting...
I should have known that I couldn’t leave without more annoyance. I should really never leave the house, never switch on the television and only listen to Radio 3. To add three to my earlier list of things in London that really get up my nose…
- Food that tries to be pally with you. I blame a certain smoothie company for starting it all, but every time I pick up a product that says something like ‘Oh Hi! I’m made with all fresh vegetables except for the couple of sofas we chucked in. Only joking about the sofas! HAhahahahaHAHA! Aren’t I cute and funny? Isn’t that worth the scandalous overpricing?’, I want to throw it under a car.
- The apparent inability for advertisers to promote a product without some sort of lame, sexual innuendo. From the litter awareness campaign that starts, ‘While you’re down there…’, to the ice-cream advertisement that promises to ‘show you my strawberries’. It’s pathetic, juvenile and quite a bit creepy.
- Shop names punning for the sake of it. Now, I will excuse shops with well-thought-out puns like ‘Amazing Grates’ Fireplace shop in North London and hairdresser, who have been naming their establishments things like ‘Curl Up and Dye’ for so many years, it’s become a tradition. But passing a creperie stand today that was called, ‘Full of Crepe’, just made my mind boggle. Is that really the image the proprietor wishes the customer to have before they bite into a pancake full of chocolate squishiness?
