There is a brand new sandwich and snack emporium in the heart of the City of London. I walk past this canteen of unusual delights at breakfast time, just before passing Mansion House Station. What catches my eye and piques my interest are the exotic treats being hawked on the advertising chalk board which nestles on the pavement between pedestrians and cigarette butts.
The owners do not appear to be descended from citizens of this country. I cannot place them by their swarthy looks but I am certainly intrigued by the range of foreign culinary delicacies they are selling. My mouth salivates and stomach rumbles as I yearn for unknown tastes and flavours.
Scrawled on the small exterior blackboard, in the uncouth calligraphic-deficient hand of a dead man, are these exotic edible mysteries:
Sauage
F.EG & Beercan
Sandwhiches & Veroius filings
Koffe & Croisante
Choco-latte Cak
Marmlad & Taost
Musilly & Serial
Fork Handles
Mmm marmlad, Yummy!
4 Comments
If they are Polish (and Poles do like cak, you know), then they are most definitely ‘descended from citizens of this country’. Not that I’m a racist or anything by stating that because I too enjoy cak and marmlad, it’s simply the territorial imperative urging me on to be sarcastic. As usual.
At least you’re using your territorial imperative to be sarcastic and not for something far more dangerous and nefarious.
You want I should do that?
Go on, tempt me. I so wanna.
I hear the BNP are on a recruitment drive. It’s like what you say, they have some intelligent ideas about running the country. Or was that some other ignorant racist I know?