I was amusing myself today by singing "I've got a cornish pasty" to the tune of I've Got a Golden Ticket from the film, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. Oh you know it: the one from the 70s with the scary tunnel.
Anyway, as I was singing gregariously to myself, walking along and throwing a cornish pasty between my hands like an excited schoolboy, I glanced behind me and saw a girl, barely able to contain herself with laughter, about three feet away.
Brilliant.
In a stroke of weird synchronicity around the ol' cornish pasties, Louise and some of the others have actually gone to Cornwall for the conference I went on last year. There are pasties and cider down there again, no doubt - and a whole sub-class of software developers in shorts and sports jackets. I'm quite glad not to have gone this time, as it goes. Though it does mean I get the added treat of going to London in a couple of weeks' time instead. That's my jolly, this September - a squished commute in a high velocity tin can. Maybe I'll take a pasty with me. Or start a sing-song - that'll brighten the journey up.
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