I thought I'd never get away with it. I thought that the average bunch of corporate bastards would surely see through any thinly-veiled sabotage that I wove into their marketing 'literature'. Which I would have done. But it seems that I have missed my calling in life. When in Maidstone recently on our annual visit to my In-Laws, we drove past one of those plague-raddled chain motorway 'service' places. It contained some indistinguishable bunker of a motel, a bar called 'Salingers' (as in JD Salinger? Author of one of the world's most famous novels about an isolated loner? You 'avin a larf?) And this is the best of all. It contained the most stunningly fabulous example of ad-agency sabotage I have ever seen. It contained CAFE COPRA. Yes, copra. As in coprophilia, as in an attraction to shit. See? I knew there was a job out there for me.
I wonder what their coffee tastes like...................
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