Surprise, Surprise, Fatty Pollard Loves McDonalds

Polly is as usual ranting on his blog :

A little while ago, a friend and I had terrific fun at a dinner party winding up an archetypal Californian lefty-liberal with the assertion that the Golden Arches is one of the greatest achievements of mankind. Specifically, that one can enter a McDonalds anywhere on the planet and get exactly the same product, guaranteed the same quality and taste, whether it be on the battlefields of Iraq, or in Moscow, Hampstead or Delhi.

Such an assertion, whilst deliberately designed to wind up said liberal-leftists, has the added advantage of being entirely and demonstrably true.

Except it isn’t true.
Try ordering one of those 100% all-beef patties, lettuce, cheese, pickle and onions on a sesame seed bun in Delhi. Doh!

UPDATE : Polly now says “Someone has emailed pointing out a howler above. You can’t buy one in Delhi. Oops. You know what I mean, though.” (Translation – I have just read on Guido.) No one would have to email if he had a blog with comments, would they? Alas, like the burgers in Delhi, he is chicken.

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Quote of the Day

Writing in this week’s Spectator Diary, the former Chancellor and Evening Standard editor attempted to encapsulate how Boris operates…

“My children have the measure of our prime minister. A couple of years ago, my son and I went for a lovely Sunday lunch at his house in Oxfordshire — where he has a Kalashnikov mounted on the wall. Boris suggested we play a game. A tug of war, but with a difference. The rope is tied around your waist and the contest takes place across a swimming pool. If you lose you end up in the water, fully clothed.

That’s Johnson for you: fun, inventive but ruthless. I suspect his brother Jo had one ducking too many.”


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