Set off to meet Clive this morning and as I had woken up very early, decided to walk by way of the sorting office to pick up a parcel which was waiting for me. The sorting office is in a part of town I don't normally go to, so it was a bit of a surprise to discover that it had become New Build Hell. Block upon block of hideous little legoland overpriced brick boxes misleading the occupants of future-slums into thinking that they had invested in a home. This made me smile, however:
Glamour! Sophistication! Well...
Not really. They can't mean César Ritz? Surely? Must be Ritz Crackers.
Further on, I found an oxymoron lying in the street:
Free in The Sun. Even readers of The Sun throw this "gift" away!