The Scabs Get Bacon And Sausage Baguettes
If you’re following someone else’s strike in another industry in a foreign country, I find it’s always nice to get the juicy details. Negotiation points and arbitration be damned, pay rates and award schedules aren’t the stuff of which solidarity is made; I want to hear about—as journalists say—the personal interest.
At a certain point one of the vans went screeching out. And then, about ten minutes later, it came speeding back in again. It was driven by one of the managers who used to be a postie. You could see from the look on her face that she’d rather be outside with us.
Word came out that the van wasn’t on Royal Mail business at all. It had gone to fetch bacon and sausage baguettes.
That, there, is a slice of life.
In other news, stoush.net has apparently joined the ranks of food bloggers. Keep reading for the inevitable 1940s car sex.
Amanda wrote:
For the English breakfast unites the human race.
Liam wrote:
From the comments:
Come hot baguettes or cream eclairs, we’ll keep the red flag flying here?
FDB wrote:
Ummm, yeah… I’ll have the Internationale, hollandaise on the side thanks.
Arise, wretched of the earth
Arise, convicts of hunger
Coffee burbles in its crater
This is the eruption of the end
Of the eggyolks let us wipe the plate clean
Yeasty buns, arise, arise
The world is about to change its foundation
We are nothing, let us be all
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