While biting into my brie, basil and tomato poncewich today I noticed that luncheon whores Pret A Manger are now giving away their secret magic recipes on the back of their conscientiously recycled paper bags. The economy has spazzed out so badly that now even the most shamelessly overpriced high street eateries are advising us to make our own fucking lunch.
What next? Will Woolworths plaster the windows of their rapidly emptying retail outlets with placards recommending that each member of the general public open their own shitty knock-down tat store in their garage? Could Clarks simply give up selling shoes overnight and start handing out leaflets detailing how to entice magical shoemaking elves into our homes? Will B&Q shut up shop and recommend that next time you need a hammer you just pop round to Peter Sutcliffe’s house?
These truly are the end days.
And will your abductees just turn up your house with their own gaffer tape rather than you having to trawl the streets in your van.
They should as it it will save on petrol. Timesaving, thrifty and green, what more could they want? (Apart from mercy, I suppose).
brilliance.
Pret is owned by McDonalds. Not to be overlooked.
Apparently only a 33% non-controlling stake of the US operation, but still enough to taint their business irreversibly with the manky stink-brush.
Oi, Debian user, cease yer moanin’ immediately.
Give Away the Recipe, Open a Restaurant
http://www.catb.org/~esr/writings/cathedral-bazaar/magic-cauldron/ar01s09.html
You gonna argue with Eric Raymond? Huh? He’ll pop a cap in yo’ ass, and no fucking around
http://www.catb.org/esr/guns/
Consider yersel’ telt.
“Go open source, get shot”
Moaners will be shot.
Survivors will be given a chocolate digestive biscuit.
Strangely enough I bought a packet of chocolate digestive biscuits last night. McVities of course. This is particularly odd as chocolate digestive biscuits, despite offering a highly enjoyable gustative experience, are not a regular biscuit purchase for your intrepid correspondent. I shall eat at least half the packet tonight in one sitting, in honour of this startling synchronicity.