You see, the trouble with those arty-farty types in places like London is that they are much to fond of funny foreign food. Take Starbucks, for example, not only do they have 20 different ways of saying “coffee” when, as any good Brit knows, Nescafe instant is perfectly good enough for anyone, but they have the nerve to call toasted sarnies “panini”, whatever that means. Well they don’t have any truck with that sort of nonsense in Darkest Somerset, I can tell you. But of course they have to keep up with fashion. So what did I see advertized today in a local fast food joint? Baked beans panini.

Is it any wonder I can’t wait to get back to California.