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!
Jewellery talk and more from Dauvit Alexander, The Justified Sinner.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
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!
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!