God it’s been a slow week, and looking like a bit of a slow weekend, too wet to go out on the bike, Rossi’s already done his party piece in Assen, an Assen it must be said that is not the track it once was, the usual F1 suspects in the frame again. A few things to mull over from the past week, Tony Brown taking over from Gordon Blair and thrashing around trying to distance himself from the past ten years whilst hoping no one had noticed he was Chancellor during every single day of that time, how is the weekend weather going to treat those who have been affected by the flooding earlier in the week, London is once again an attempted target for indiscriminate bombing and it seems someone has driven a burning car into the main terminal at Glasgow airport?! And ‘Henmania’ has been put to bed for a further 51 weeks.
But enough of this trivia, the real question from the week is this; who is going to stop Ginster’s? This dreck is spreading through our trunk road network like some culinary form of arterial sclerosis; you cannot stop anywhere without this overpriced crud being the only available take away nourishment. Doesn’t matter whether it’s a huge motorway service area or a tiny filling station, this Cornish pox is in there with it’s offering of overpriced sandwiches and lard pasties in various claimed, but in reality unrecognisable, flavours. I can remember going on holiday to Cornwall many times as a child and enjoying Ginsters pasties, er what happened? I know that Cornwall has been looking for economic development to move away from the dependency on tourism but is employing everyone in the county to stir tubs of lard a sustainable policy? Maybe Cornwall is no longer looking just for independence but is intent taking over the rest of the country once Ginsters induced cardiac arrest is at epidemic proportions through the land, except Cornwall of course where I’m sure they have more sense than to consume this muck.
