Generously filled with succulent chunks of British chicken and asparagus in a rich creamy Champagne sauce, finished with a butter enriched shortcrust pastry.
I've now studied the Special Constable poster in more detail (see blogs passim ) and can reveal the idea is even more complex and bizarre than I first thought. You'll recall that a Special is on some seedy looking street corner, just yards away from where a drug deal is in progress. He's keenly observing events and looks ready to take some kind of action. The copy says that Specials wear uniform and always have back-up. But this guy is on his own in plain clothes. Worrying. Perhaps he's off duty but just can't leave the policing thing alone? Once a part-time copper, always a part-time copper. But wait. There is back up. It comes in the form of the constable's own reflection in a puddle. If he took his eyes off the criminal activity for just a second and took the trouble to look down at his feet, he'd see that in Puddle Land, he is wearing a uniform and carrying a radio. There's enough material here to fill a semiotics seminar for a day. If I disco...
Phil
ReplyDeleteI bet you were gratified to know your chicken and asparagus pie was "limited edition" - did they make you perform some sort of test before you bought it, or did you have to enter a competition to win it? Was it a numbered edition, just to reassure you of its exclusivity, like all those plates at Franklin Mint?
As you munched down on that rich creamy champagne sauce, I bet you enjoyed it all the more knowing this sort of quality cuisine wasn't being noshed down by any old plebs.
Hoffy