Monday, 15 December 2008

The Real Taste of Ckicken

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

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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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