World Gone Mad

[venta]

Every morning, when I go upstairs for my tea and evil-on-toast, I'm reminded that the world is a little bit more mad than I'd like it to be. And not in a good way.

My company's yellow-spready-stuff-of-choice is currently I Can't Believe It's Not Butter. The lid of the tub says "I Can't Believe I'm Not Famous", and has a yellow outline of a head with the words "win you face here" written on it. It is, apparently, a nationwide search for a celebrity in conjunction with The Sun.

Now. I don't mean to be awkward, but why would I want my face on plastic tubs throughout the UK ? Why would this be a good thing ?

I am however, pleased by their honest admission: Apply here, no talent required. It does confirm the theory that there is officially No Talent At All required to acheive celebrity.

Comments

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[leathellin.livejournal.com]

Next you'll be telling me you like olives.

[stompyboots.livejournal.com]

Nowt wrong with olives! They're yum!

[venta.livejournal.com]

I have a confession to make. I'm leaning towards the dark side. I've got round to liking green olives.

Black ones are still satan, though.

[smiorgan.livejournal.com]

My stock theory used to be that all strongly flavoured foods provoke either insatiable cravings for or fanatical hatred of said foodstuff.

Then I met someone who felt indifferent to olives. Man, that shook my world. It's like being the gourmet equivalent of the SDP.

[failmaster.livejournal.com]

My housemate is the only person I've ever met who's ambivalent towards Marmite. When I found out I had to reevaluate my entire working-model of reality.

[stompyboots.livejournal.com]

Black ones are alright on pizza, but not very nice anywhere else. (IMHO) But I love green olives. If you've never had them before, Boscaiola are really nice - green olives marinaded in garlic with peppers and mushrooms.