Magicpole
Well-Known Member
What's going on in this country when you want a plate of chips and you have to ask if they're 'real'?
Places advertise they are 'real' as if this is a culinary breakthrough on a par with deep fried mars bars. Or indeed, my Italian seafood linguine.
When I was a lad, it was just fucking chips.
Can imagine the scene.
Mum: Magic come in I have made a lovely plate of chips for you.
Magic: Are they real mum?
Mum: Get in here before I break your fucking jaw.
We are being taken to the cleaners.
There I've said it.
Places advertise they are 'real' as if this is a culinary breakthrough on a par with deep fried mars bars. Or indeed, my Italian seafood linguine.
When I was a lad, it was just fucking chips.
Can imagine the scene.
Mum: Magic come in I have made a lovely plate of chips for you.
Magic: Are they real mum?
Mum: Get in here before I break your fucking jaw.
We are being taken to the cleaners.
There I've said it.