Tuesday 23 August 2011

"Yesterday...


...when I was young, the taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue...

there are so many songs in me that won't be sung.
I feel the beetter taste of tears upon my tongue..."

So sang Charles Aznavour.


Not us though. We feel the bitter taste of beer mostly.

This picture was taken when hairstyles, makeup and clothes such as these were commonplace on young people - whereas now they are only sported by attention-seeking ladies of a certain age wishing to audience-participate at a tribute band night on a cruise.

We have moved on sartorially and are ever so chic these days.

Gotta love Charles though ...


Friday 12 August 2011

Butterfly Cakes v Cupcakes


We have a problem with cupcakes.

Why all the icing? Bleeeagh.

We also have a niggling suspicion also that they are retrogressive and anti-feminist. A wholesome flapjack could never be accused of this for they uphold the spirit of the Greenham Common Women (look it up, young folks).

Having voiced this opinion one day in the shop an observant customer explained that cupcakes are indeed the bastard offspring of Kath Kidston. Which explains everything.


Time for a revival of the Butterfly Cake as seen here being served up in the garden by some cats who might be familiar if you know our work already.
Its not compulsory to use real butterflies - but they add a touch of sophistication we think.

This design will be appearing on our new china mugs in the Autumn. Pussy lovers take note.