Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Kellog's Krave...Here comes the rant.

I have not tasted "Krave". It used to be fashionable to bemoan sugary cereals. All the mums were at it. People thought children could catch Hyperactivity from sugar, lots and lots of sugar. After that we though Hyperactivity was down to bad parenting. Now we know better. It's actually down to bad teachers. Particularly the unionised ones.

Just to reinforce the brand in you mind; the television commercial shows a little kravicle jumping around like a child from a member of the untamed classes, biting chocolate pieces hither and thither. That's it, now you're Kraving it?

Sugar breakfast cereals are a bad idea. Not for the general tasteless public; they can eat whatever shite they think their bodies deserve. But for the people who com up with these ideas; the young graduates who land jobs in Kellogg's and Nestlé and such companies. Krave clearly smacks of an idea born of people who are driven to increase profits by their lawful obligation to shareholders. Even the name shows absolutely no imagination. I'm waiting to see the episode of The Apprentice where this lame sugary queer idea was probably thought up.

Imagine handing in your resumé to a new prospective employer, on which it read that you had been the inventor of Kellogg's Fruit Loops. It's laughable isn't it.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Bacon Egg McMuffin, Hash Brown and a Cup of Coffee

Wait a minute, what's going on? Once when I had was in college I indulged in the famous six o'clock breakfast of shame. I had been awake in the laboratory performing some vivisection on some baby rabbits to see if I could use electricity or acid burns to make them cuter. When I got carried away and forgot what time it was. There's not many places that will feed you at six O'clock in he morning covered in blood and hair, but Micky Dee's will let anyone in.

People whinge about McDonalds an aweful lot. It's not my ideal breakfast, but you won't get any self righteous hand wringing here, I find it hard to take. I'm not exempt from the odd Mac Attack, particularly when it's the only place open. I'm not exempt from the side of guilt one is made to swallow by the hippie types either. In the end I just remember nobody forced me to go.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Bacon Butty and a Cup of Tea

Slurp - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh