Regular readers may remember that I’m English. I spell aluminium
all wrong the British way. We don’t get turkey in November over here, or the other traditional comfort foods of the American season that I’ve grown to love, like sweet potato casserole.
No, no, it’s OK. Don’t feel you have to sympathise. We’re British. We’re used to our food being rubbish and our beer hot.
I suppose you might say this ‘tender and succulent’ chicken pie is the British version of a Thanksgiving turkey and Waitrose’s save 50p offer the British equivalent of Black Friday. Continue reading “Weekly Photo Challenge: A Bargain”
This is a detail of an old Coca-Cola advertising mural at Vicksburg, MS. The sun has faded and flaked it, creating a lovely patina. The elfin character, known as the Sprite Boy, has a sparkling personality that symbolises the fizz in the drink.
Find out more about him on the Coca-Cola website.
I’ve had this picture of a real advert for about a year now and haven’t known whether I should share it. It’s the kind of humour we British are genetically programmed to love, bless our hearts. Continue reading “Lost in Translation: What’s Your Ideal of Beauty?”