It costs £17 to get in. The cheeky buggers put a little asterisk next to the big letters telling us the admission price. Scan down the sign a bit, and it tells you that it includes a “voluntary” donation to save some tigers or something, and that if we don’t want to make that £1.60 donation, we should say so and we’d only pay £15.40. Now, isn’t that a bit like blackmailing your conscience into donating? I don’t particularly mind giving them the donation, but, it’s just the way they do it that bugs me.
Aaaaaanyway, decent zoo. Not bad at all. not a patch on San Diego, but better than Buenos Aires and Itaipú. I did lose the top off my pen, though, and that kinda irks me. I hate losing pens. Especially if they are pens that I like. Blah blah.
Still, the Snowdon Aviary is still a lovely structure.
I had a hot dog and, like a fool, forgot to take a photograph. The cart was branded “Rollover™ – The best hot dog in the world.” Well, how could I not try it with a claim like that? I’m sad to say, readers, that it wasn’t the best hot dog in the world. Nowhere close. Taste is subjective, of course, but when one is claiming that something is the best, it should at least be in the upper eschalons (is that spelled right? (update: no, it’s “echelons.” Thanks Ian.)) of the hot dog universe. So, y’know, just a warning: Rollover™ – NOT the best hot dog in the world.
I’m feeling a bit grumpy today. London’s doing my head in. All the buy! buy! buy! everywhere. Cellphones, CDs, DVDs, books, games, buy every-fucking-thing. The TV adverts: buy now! save money! buy now! save money! All the crappy typefaces everywhere; those typefaces that think they are groovy, like provincial cafes use. The sort of cafes that until a few years ago probably had “expresso” and “frothy coffee” on their menus. And those fonts like the one that Sainsbury’s uses, a serif font dressed up as a sans-serif, like your Uncle Ralph trying to dress like he’s in the Strokes or something.
Moan moan moan…