There are certain times in our lives where we wonder if we even should have bothered getting out of bed, lived off the bed lice and then die of boredom with our hands round our genitils, being unable to produce any more liquid from any opening on our bodies.

To some, that’s the ideal living, except for the death part of course, but with the behaviour and level of stupidity I see in London, sometimes it does make me think.

To top it all off, as the day had already been filled with various pauses for thought, I actually went to Greggs the bakers today. Now, to those around the world who do not know the typical UK street shops, it’s a chain of bakers who seem to pride themselves on selling sandwiches and various pastry products all at the same luke warm temperature.

Now examine the below picture;

It seems having given away the fact that there is cheese in the Sausage, Bean and Cheese melt, they felt it of great importance to write “contains cheese” on the same sign.

Forgive me, but if that’s not the stuff of legend, I don’t know what is. So Greggs are certain the melts contain cheese, but as for the rest of what’s in them, they don’t know?

Welcome to London.