You know, the good folks of my adoptive county are so full of themselves sometimes…'Appen today is Yorkshire Day.
Sunday, 10th December, 2006
You'll never guess what I saw in Tesco, Prestwich, last Thursday—right next to the HP Sauce. Go on, have a guess.
No, that's not it.
No, that's not it either.
Pickled quails' eggs. I kid you not. In Tesco. Who do they think they are?
Come to think of it, what sort of person actually wants to buy pickled quails' eggs in the first place? Have you ever seen a quail's egg? They're not exactly filling. I reckon I could get one in my nostril at a push. And, even if this mythical customer was in the market for a few pickled quails' eggs, can you imagine them saying to themself, "I wonder if they'll have any at Tesco."
Hardly bloody likely, is it?
(Unless they read this, of course.)