By now I was actually starting to feel a little hypoglycaemic. I needed a sugar hit. Luckily there was a small cookie provided. It had caught my eye earlier due to it’s baffling presentation: [see image 4, above].
It appears to be in an evidence bag from the scene of a crime. A CRIME AGAINST BLOODY COOKING. Either that or some sort of back-street underground cookie, purchased off a gun-toting maniac high on his own supply of yeast. You certainly wouldn’t want to be caught carrying one of these through customs. Imagine biting into a piece of brass Richard. That would be softer on the teeth than the specimen above.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Those In-flight Meals
If you need a good laugh, read this letter from a passenger who flew on Virgin Airlines. He was completely stunned by what was put before him to eat. He snapped some pictures and sent off an incredibly witty letter to the president of the airline. Very funny. The competition is tight, but his description of the cookie, one cookie delivered in a zip-lock bag, takes the cake for me. From the Telegraph:
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