This Is This

A lady from work spent a weekend in Devon and brought us back some clotted cream toffee. Normally you should avoid eating anything with the word “clotted” in it but it would be rude to refuse.

Next week she is going to San Francisco. Me and a colleague are looking forward to being thrown more scraps from her travels.

Me: So what local treat are you going to bring back for us? Sourdough bread?

Colleague: A gay man?

Me: Acid?

Colleague: Chinese food?

Me: Sea lion?

Earthquakes, 1970’s police car chases, trams, hills, hippies, fog and panning for gold. Fun with stereotypes.

Right now there’s probably someone in San Francisco going: “Mind you, cor blimey guvnor God bless ya luv apples and pears stitch me up like a right monkey” while dreaming London is full of double decker buses, rain, rude people, pubs, markets, tube trains and bowler hats.

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