Monday, 15 December 2008

The Real Taste of Ckicken

Yours to view on Collins Street, Melbourne as we speak.


I'm always conscious of taking pictures of this sort of thing because I'm always terrified that the owner will suddenly appear. Because I am a pansy. Of course they never do.. other than this time.

Her: "Do you want to come in?"
Me: "No, I'm looking at your sign"
H: "Why?"
M: "It's got a mistake on it"
H: "Oh yes it has... I never noticed"
M: (struggling to find a way out) "Well, other than that it's a nice sign"
H: "Yes it is thanks!"

And off I went, having failed to crush capitalism single handedly.

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