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Saturday, September 11, 2010
land of exceptionally boring food
work trip to uk. hotel food. stranded at a holiday inn locked in by highways and no sidewalks and a 20 minute cab ride to nearest interesting town manchester. all work, no play. yes, dull girl.
3 comments:
Anonymous
said...
They say that hell is where the English are the cooks, the Germans are the police, the French are the mechanics, the Swiss are the lovers & the Italians run everything. . .
But heaven is where the English are the police, the Germans are the mechanics, the French are the cooks, the Italians are the lovers & the Swiss run everything.
The slices of bread you peeled apart (which appeared to have an upper layer of amorphous beige matter and a semi-translucent stratum of Cheez Whiz or another binding agent). . .ah, like, what was the story?
3 comments:
They say that hell is where the English are the cooks, the Germans are the police, the French are the mechanics, the Swiss are the lovers & the Italians run everything. . .
But heaven is where the English are the police, the Germans are the mechanics, the French are the cooks, the Italians are the lovers & the Swiss run everything.
Okay, I give up:
The slices of bread you peeled apart (which appeared to have an upper layer of amorphous beige matter and a semi-translucent stratum of Cheez Whiz or another binding agent). . .ah, like, what was the story?
Dat nanofood?
it's margarine on wonder bread. i couldn't eat it. i was hoping for maybe some plain french bread and butter. but no.
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