Recovering from a recent bout of food poisoning, I asked for a box of Saltines or something like what we call Saltines back in the US.
I was presented with a box of Salticrax!
They’re denser than Saltines, which makes them less therapeutic on a very upset stomach; however, the name Salticrax is too funny to go uncredited.
The score is:
Saltines: 1
Salticrax!: 1
After the flapjack incident, I went back to the snackbar on my floor at work for more because I’m a glutton for punishment.
I spotted some fruit yogurt (made by Stapleton Farm), purchased it, and went back to my desk.
It wasn’t until I was half way through it that I actually read the packaging:
“25% fruit gives electrifying taste!”
Electrifying taste doesn’t sound delicious. It sounds scary and being American, that says a lot.
The US is really the land of the superlative. People will describe a latte as, “Awesome!” Every movie trailer includes the term, “Riveting!” Hell, we invented Monster Trucks!
The UK is much more subtle. An exquisite meal will be recalled with compliments such as, “Rather nice”. A very good show might muster a, “Quite good” or maybe a, “Brilliant”. In TV adverts, A snack cake company‘s slogan describes their products as, “Exceedingly good”.
I wonder what the target market is for fruit yogurt with electrifying taste. Given that I did buy and eat it, it might be yours truly.
One of the best signs, ever.
This was posted in a barbershop window near Smithfield Market.
There’s a candor to the BBC’s weather forecast that is above and beyond any I have ever experienced from a news program.
Today’s forecast promised weather that was not just cold but, “Very cold and dull”.
Happy New Year!
In addition to making many Londoners late to wherever they need to be, The Underground has also made a service announcement declaring itself (and the Green Park tube stop) officially late to the 21st century.
In England, some may believe that we Americans consume our hot dogs from jars.
Hot dogs in jars?
In three decades of life in the United States, not once have I ever seen hot dogs sold in a jar or with a shelf life appropriate for room temperature storage.
Alas, they can be yours for £1.49 at Sainsbury’s.
I just came across this photo, taken earlier this year. As I prepare to observe the end of my first year living in London, it seemed a good place to start.
I had kept a move-related blog, which was a casualty of changed addresses and banks (oops) back in August. I’ve been meaning to pick it back up again, and it has taken me until now to finally do it.
While my focus won’t be on the relocation element anymore, my drivel will inevitably include observations on life here. Much has London has become my home, there are still frequent times where I find myself doing a double take and laughing.
This sign is just one of the many.
Francoise's Miscellany 