Showing posts with label David. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David. Show all posts
13_01 Unhappy hour
The Gate, Smithfield. 6pm. Waiting for a director who cancelled at the last minute. Reminded me of a comment from Len Cheesman I'd seen earlier in the day on cdpcelebration recalling the acerbic wit of John O'Donnell. O’Donnell, seeing him on his own at the bar, shouts across from the group he's with and says, "Len, don't drink on your own... fuck off home.".
And with that in mind, I did.
08_01 Free from food
Unfamiliar with the product range, this gondola marker initially struck me as an unusually frank admission about the parlous state of the processed food industry. It also made me wonder how the proof reader had missed such an obvious typo. Surely, at this size, any fool could see that there should be a space between Free and from.
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