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This happened a few years ago, but I recently found these photos and had to post it. A few mates and myself were at the Camden Crawl walking towards Koko. It’s a little tricky to work out what happened here from the photos but I shall try my best to describe.

Hanging out in a big wheel

Hanging out in a big wheel

One angry man with a passion for sandwiches

One angry man with a passion for sandwiches

We noticed a big wheel – with it being a music festival thought it was a piece of artwork/monument type thing – and decided to stand in it. We then decided to get some silly photos taken with us sat in the wheel.

Suddenly this bloke comes running over really angrily from nowhere (he’s the guy pictured in the grey shirt in the photo directly above) shouting ‘GET OFF MY SANDWICHES!!! THEY’RE MINE!!!’ We weren’t exactly sure if he was talking to us but we were then suddenly ushered out of the wheel so he could get his sandwiches – he did not find it funny.

This is someone who passionately likes a sandwich, but someone who leaves them in the most bizarre place – a giant wheel in Camden.

The pie in American pie seems pointless now

The pie in American pie seems pointless now

I recently went to Amsterdam on a typically long holiday for me – 1 day – with work to celebrate our company birthday. This is your typical cake you would find in an Amsterdam bakery.

 

A thrilling read

A thrilling read

I was waiting in an airport lounge reading Michelle’s magazine when I saw this beauty of a headline. “Chantelle refused to give me a poo sample. What’s she got to hide?” with Gillian McKeith lying naked amongst fruit. Wrong on so many levels, but even more funny for me because Michelle squirms whenever she sees or hears the word ‘POO.’

 

 

Chicken?

Chicken?

Possibly the worst chicken shop name? I suppose it’s too the point and the customer knows exactly what they can buy. Chicken.

 

The post title explains it all really, this post is all over the shop but it held together by the recent food theme in the final one of these food themed posts.

Looks tasty

Looks tasty

First up, yes its immature but still, it is funny – it’s your mixer alternative the classic drink “Pussy.”

Loafing around

Loafing around

Times are hard as a student, not much cash lying around, but not if you like your bread. This is the sight I came back to in my halls kitchen one day – tonnes of bread!

I'll have a half please

I'll have a half please

Alcoholics? I can’t see how you label my social circle that way, oh hang on this photo? Well this was your average cocktail in Prague and virtually nothing in cost and we had several of these too worryingly. Could explain a lot.

Don't ask me for a jacket potato

Don't ask me for a jacket potato

For some reason I just cannot cook jacket potatoes. Have you tried it in the microwave? You put foil around it in the oven? You did slit it first? Yes, yes and yes I think I’ve tried all techniques but I seem to cursed and cannot do it. On this effort I temporarily broke my microwave for an hour before serving this fluff ball straight into my kitchen bin.

Oh yeah pierce the packaging

Oh yeah pierce the packaging

You can’t blame me too much I was hungover at the time, so I resorted to a dirty microwave meal but only remembered to only pierce the one package with a fork. This is what happens if you don’t kids.

Good reason

Good reason

Morrisons have many good reasons to shop there over the other supermarkets in a recent campaign. This one though is corker! Why should I go to Morrisons over Tescos? Well reason 17 of course silly – “your new Morrisons is now open.”

Blackcurrent no?

Blackcurrant no?

Now what colour would you expect the drink and tablet to be from the box? Pink? Purple? A blackcurrant flavour? Well actually no, as you can see it was a lemon/orange colour and taste. Just bizarre.

Anna and her giant melon

Anna and her giant melon

Turkey?

Turkey?

While on a night out my sister decided to send me this picture of herself, with a turkey on her head. Kind of like that scene from Friends. It still makes me laugh.

An Everton milkshake!

An Everton milkshake!

Another moment from my trips to Brighton, I was down there on FA Cup final day and saw a milkshake shop. I entered and found for that weekend only there was an exclusive Everton milkshake – wicked!

Unusual formation

Unusual formation

And finally – all dirty plates must be washed and cleared away. So I’ll end on this photo. Have you ever seen the bubbles from your washing up liquid form this shape? A perfect circle in the middle? I haven’t and haven’t since this happened in my new flat. Let me now if you have!

So this ends the current run of food themed posts. I’m sure there will be more to come.

In recent years so many pubs around where I live in north London have added a Thai food section. I can’t put my finger on why but I like my Thai food so I don’t really mind.

To the point, the Thai food menu in The Fox pub in Palmers Green has some unusual named options on the menu.

Pork or beef? Oh it's chicken

Pork or beef? Oh it's chicken

Firstly number 34, the Gaeng Khew Wan Gai, it appears to say you can order this as a pork or as a beef dish, but when you read on it then appears to be a chicken dish. Confused? I am.

Ahh the classic Like A Virgin dish.

Ahh the classic Like A Virgin dish.

Now there are only 2 dishes on the entire menu that don’t have a Thai name. Can you guess which classics they are? You guessed it – it’s number 41, “Like A Virgin” and number 30, “Quack Quack Curry.”

mmmm Quack Quack Curry

mmmm Quack Quack Curry

Now even more bizarrely is how you order the Thai food in The Fox. You would think you just go to bar and order some food just like you would for any other food this pub serves. You would be wrong. In fact you can only order the Thai food from this one short woman who wonders around the pub – and guess what she’s Thai.

Yes it is true, you can only order the Thai food from the Thai woman and nowhere else.

I fancy a little theme might develop for a few posts – a food theme. So to continue here’s something that really irritates me. I want to eat healthier and I would like to eat more fish. Simple enough.

Now my problem with salmon is the little bones you find in there, when I eat a meal I don’t expect much I just want to be able to eat it without choking to death or get food poisoning. With salmon you purchase from the fridge section in your supermarket – there are often bones left in there – it has got to the point I refuse to eat this type of salmon.

Hang on though, you can buy boneless fish from supermarkets too? Genius. My problems are solved!

Boneless salmon

Boneless salmon

Oh wait even though it says it is boneless, just like the salmon that doesn’t state it is boneless, it has the same warning message on the back of the packet saying there could be bones in this product!! So how can it be boneless – this is not true and surely breaking advertising regulations somewhere.

Oh wait it's not boneless!

Oh wait it's not boneless!

If I sold non-alcoholic beer so someone could drink it and then drive home safely and not under the influence, but actually put on the back of the can “this product may contain alcohol,” and they drunk several cans of this supposedly non-alcoholic beer and then crashed and injured themselves I would expect to be in a lot of trouble. And rightly so.

So can we actually have actual boneless salmon please.

The Polo food shop is opposite Liverpool Street station – great for cheap dirty food. Now quite often I had this same thought running through my head, that one time, feeling a little drunk and silly, I decided to ask the cashier.

Sausage roll or sausage roll?

Sausage roll please...

Sausage roll please...

Now you see these 2 food items were right next to each other, even if you point at them it would be difficult to tell which one you want. I said I want see if you know which one I wanted from just saying sausage roll. He guessed wrongly – but he knew what I was onto something.

Or a sausage roll please?

Or a sausage roll please?

I asked wouldn’t it be better to call the one a sausage bap? Then you would know what the difference was – he replied “I don’t need to, I know which one the customer wants.”

Well I’m not being funny I replied but you just didn’t know what I wanted so that surely can’t be true!

I was in London Zoo with a couple of mates this weekend gone when they decide they are hungry in the gorilla section. So what does Izas decide to eat at this convenient time? A banana! Next to the gorillas.

Going Bananas?

Going Bananas?

Another thing I tweeted about recently that I’ve got round to posting – The Sun came up with this great you couldn’t make it up related headline. Incase you wondered the article is about a primary school kid couldn’t share her birthday cake her gran made with the other kids at school for health and safety reasons.

You Can't Cake It Up

You Can't Cake It Up