I had to go to the Heyward Gallery today to exchange a CD/book combo we’d bought on Saturday. We saw the Rebecca Horn exhibition, and several of the pieces had some really great music along with them. So, as usual, we went into the shop, I picked up a Blue magazine, and asked the shop assistant whether there was a CD available of the music. He showed me where it was, and I bought one. We then repaired to the Starbucks across the ticket hall and I opened my prize. Imagine my surprise when I opened the CD/book and found that both CDs were labelled the same. HWMBO and I put our heads together and decided that they might be CDs 1 and 2. Of course, when we got them home they were both the same, so I exchanged the CD/book today for one with two different CDs.
After that I decided to walk around a bit, so I walked across the Thames over Waterloo Bridge, one of the loveliest places to cross the river, in my opinion. I walked up Kingsway, almost bought a pair of digital phones for the house because I’m tired of running down the stairs to answer the phone, but didn’t in the end. Got a sandwich for lunch, and then walked down High Holborn to catch the bus.
What did I see?
A Krispy Kreme shop just on the corner between the two entrances to Holborn Underground Station, that’s what.
Oh dear.
I pulled myself away and didn’t buy any. However, Holborn is near my workplace and the West End so HWMBO and I are around there quite often.
I hope that I will be able to continue to avoid the place, but fear that I’ll be back there for a half-dozen or so…
Krispy Kreme in Holborn is definitely too close to home! It must have only just opened? I only knew of one source before – Harrods.
KK’s gone global!?
Will there be nowhere in the world I can go to escape them? They’ve had me hooked since I was a kid in Georgia.
I saw a Krispy Kreme truck a few days ago. I had also heard that they were expanding in England. Thus I wasn’t surprised. However, I think I’ll either have to avoid that area, or only buy one at a time, or something or other.
They have been in the UK for more than a year now, at Harrods, the store owned by the Phoney Pharaoh, Mohammed al Fayed. I like them, in small doses, but the presence of a store where I can get loads of them very near to me (it’s walking distance) makes me tremble. I already have too many appetites I can’t satisfy, as the hillbilly said when refusing the offer of a banana.