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Photographed on the back window of a minivan
Hy Vee Parking Lot
Lakeville Minnesota
Friday October 1st 2021
When you think of poor cars and the worst era of British Industry, most will cite the Austin Allegro, a car that truly is a staple of its time, and those times were pretty grim to say the least! It has become a symbol of failure, a monument to catastrophic engineering, a beacon of impracticality and a terrible tribute to an age we Brits would sooner forget.
Bit is the Austin Allegro really deserving of such maligned opinions? Should we really hate it as much as we do?
The story of the Allegro goes back to the previous model of its range, the Austin 1100, a car that had become symbolic of the British family motor industry, with crisp smooth lines, round peeking headlights and a good blend of space and practicality, it sold by the millions and could have almost been described as a family equivalent of the Mini, novelty that you can use everyday. Trouble was that the 1100 was starting to look very much its age in 1971, and thus British Leyland, the new owners of Austin, took it upon themselves to design a new car that would be sheek and European, something that could win both the British and the International markets.
For this they enlisted the help of Chief BL Designer Harris Mann, famous for many great BL products such as the Marina, the Ital, the Princess and the Triumph TR7. Today many people blame him for the poor designs that the company spewed out onto the roads of Britain, but I personally feel sorry for him, especially with cars such as the Allegro. His original design for the car was an angular and very streamlined looking piece of kit, a hatchback and with two fins on the rear to compliment the long smooth waistband, making it look almost reminiscent of an Aston Martin DB5 crossed with a 1969 DBS. However, his promising designs were sadly watered down by British Leyland, tinkered, altered, and, quite frankly, ruined his idea to become what it is, with its bathtub curves, long sloping back and piggy headlights. I will say, it's not the ugliest car in the world, far from it, I've seen much worse like the Pontiac Aztek which looks like a cross between a Bug and a mutant Rhino, but when you compare it to Harris Mann's original sketches, then, and only then, do you understand how far down the Allegro design came.
But styling wasn't what BL expected to win the market with, but instead with the car's practicality, starting with the new Hydragas suspension to replace the previous Hydrolastic suspension of the 1100. With this suspension, The Allegro intended to lock horns with the likes of the outgoing Citroën DS and its replacement the CX. Hydragas uses displaced spheres of Nitrogen gas to replace the conventional steel springs of a regular suspension design. The means for pressurising the gas in the displacers is done by pre-pressurising a hydraulic fluid, and then connecting the displacer to its neighbour on the other axle. This is unlike the Citroën system, which uses hydraulic fluid continuously pressurised by an engine-driven pump and regulated by a central pressure vessel. However, the attempt at being an outstanding motor ended at Hydragas because there was nothing else particularly endearing about the Allegro. The interior was cheap, nasty and very cramped, especially in the back where you couldn't even fit a bag of shopping let alone your children! Rather than taking the sensible approach of the competition by fitting the car with a hatchback for more boot space, the car was just fitted with a tiny little trunk that you couldn't fit a bag of shopping into either! The engine, the BMC A-Series, was carried over from the 1100, which was a fine little engine, perky and fairly reliable if maintained properly, as well as the heater being carried over from the Morris Marina, but I'm no judge of heaters so I won't say if that was for good or for ill. Most jarring however was when the car was fitted with a square steering wheel! Probably the most memorable part of the Allegro is the fact that it was given a quartic steering wheel, which BL claimed was for ease of access to the front seat and so that the instruments could be seen, which leaves one asking whether you couldn't see them with a round steering wheel! In the end even Harris Mann disowned the car with disappointment, claiming it was nothing like his original idea, which is pretty bad when even the Chief Designer disowns it!
Either way, in spite of Mr. Mann's space-age design being watered down to something unrecognisable and with only Hydragas suspension to make it any different from anything else on the market, the Allegro was launched in 1973 with a promotional trip to Marbella in the south of Spain, and early reviews, despite there being a unanimous dislike to the car's shape and styling, were quite warm, many praising the comfort of the Hydragas suspension. However, reviews of the drive quality, such as the car's heavy steering and cheap, plastic interior, were less favourable.
Nevertheless, initial sales of the Allegro were promising and it was in 1973 one of the best selling cars of the year, but things truly went for the plunge soon afterwards, and the car never fully recovered. The flaws of the design became prominent, followed by British Leyland's infamous low quality builds. Roofs, panels and boots leaked, rear wheels flew off, and rumour has it that these cars were banned from the Mersey Tunnel in Liverpool because they couldn't be towed after a breakdown without the chassis bending in the middle! Engines failed to start, wiring was abysmal, rear windows popped out, the paint colours were dreary and dismal, the car would rust before you got it home and many commented that the car had a better drag co-efficiency going backwards!
The Allegro did come in a selection of variants, including an estate, a sporty coupé known as the Equipe, and a very strange luxury variant known as the Vanden Plas 1500, a peculiar which was fitted with luxury items carried over from the Jaguar XJ range and had a big chrome nose yoked onto the front to try and make it look reminiscent of a Rolls Royce or a Bentley. Only problem is that Rolls Royce's and Bentley's have their front ends designed around the chrome nose, and thus the result was that it looked something like a pig! Also, another thing about Rollers and Bentleys is that they're much, much bigger than a tiny Allegro, which had absolutely no legroom in the back which made the concept entirely pointless! The car was also sold in Italy as the Innocenti Regent, nothing particularly different apart from different badges.
In 1975 the Allegro II was launched to try and redress some of the issues with the original car, including a slightly altered front-end and some minor changes internally, but overall it was very much the same. These changes however weren't enough to save the car's dwindling reputation, and even though the BL advertisers continued to lay on the imaginative promotion, the car was still losing heavily to the likes of the Ford Cortina.
The final variant, the Allegro III, had the most changes upon its launch in 1979, including a new version of the A-Series engine and quad round headlights to make it look a bit more modern. Apart from that the car was still very much the same as it was in 1973, and it was truly showing its age. British Leyland, recovering from the bankruptcy of 1977, attempted to rationalise the company by pulling out of the sports car range as well as some of their older products. The MG sportsters were killed off in 1980 and their factory closed whilst production of the Allegro and the Mini were slowed down as they prepared to discontinue to both of them in favour of the Austin Metro. The Morris Marina and Princess were replaced by the mostly identical Morris Ital and the Austin Ambassador, and Triumph was now being used to pioneer a tie up with Japan to create good and reliable cars in the form of the Triumph Acclaim.
The hammer eventually fell on the Allegro after 9 years of production in 1982 when the Austin Maestro was launched after 5 years of development. In all, 642,000 Allegros left the factory during its lifetime, but today less than 250 are known to exist, with many rusting away or being part exchanged for a plant pot by the time 1990 hit. The reputation of these cars is still very much maligned by both critics and motoring enthusiasts alike, with it topping many people's worst car in history lists, and becoming Britain's worst car of all time followed closely by the Morris Marina. Top Gear were always quick to bash the Allegro, with two of the ambiguous Vaden Plas 1500's meeting their maker, one being smashed with a suspended Morris Marina in a giant game of Bar Skittles, whilst another was driven in reverse off a ramp and smashed into a pile of scrapyard cars.
Me personally? I feel that the Allegro was a car with promise and premise, but the abilities of British Leyland fell far short of their ambitions, not helped by their incompetence and desire to commit corporate suicide. If the car had been built as Harris Mann had designed, been given a hatchback, and had been created with the slightest semblance of sense, then it could have truly been a winner. As it is, the car is now a sorry marker in the world of broken dreams, one that we simply choose to forget and never forgive.
We talked. My second favorite part of photo shoots, talking. I knew the shoot was going well because several times I actually forgot to take pictures, my camera sitting idle in my hands, ignored while we talked about relationships, how mentioning that I had caught fire once was mildly emasculating, weird country songs about odd smelling genitals and even stranger pop songs about serial killers, why girls wear certain dresses, that size totally matters, the worst one night stands we've had.
I was also a wee bit concerned, as this was the first shoot I'd done since becoming single. I always considered being in a relationship a bit of a shield against the Creepy Photography Guy handle, that I was taking pictures of people because I actually wanted to take pictures, as opposed to using it as some kind of ruse to snag dames.
Wasn't a problem, this time. But it's something that's gonna hover over my shoots, and that bugs me.
I should probably show you Sabrina's eyes, as they were also a topic of discussion between us. Next time.
British postcard. Film Weekly. Benita Hume in the American pre-Code movie The Worst Woman in Paris? (Monta Bell, Fox Film 1933), co-starring Adolphe Menjou.
Benita Hume (14 October 1907 – 1 November 1967) was an English theatre and film actress. She appeared in 44 films between 1925 and 1955, from the silent film era to sound film.
Brunette Benita Hume, born in London in 1907, did the RADA theatre academy and started to act on stage in 1924. From 1925 she played small parts in British cinema e.g. in Alfred Hitchcock's Easy Virtue (1927), and she had her first major part in the spy drama Second to None (Jack Raymond, 1927). She was one of the Sanger sisters in The Constant Nymph (Adrian Brunel, 1928), starring Ivor Novello and Mabel Poulton, and had the female lead in the period piece Balaclava (Maurice Elvey, Milton Rosmer, 1928), set during the Crimean War. Elvey shot the silent version, but Rosmer reshot much to turn it into a talkie. In A South Sea Bubble (T. Hayes Hunter, 1928) Hume was paired again with Novello, but now as leading lady. Again Brunel directed her in A Light Woman (1928), in which she was the star, while she was the title character in The Lady of the Lake (James A. FitzPatrick, 1928). In the science fiction High Treason (Maurice Elvey, 1929), shot both as silent and sound version, pacifist women led by Hume's character and her father unite to prevent overheated leaders of the US and United Europe (it is SF!) and war mongering financiers and agitators from engineering a second world war. Hume next played in two more crime films: The Clue of the New Pin (Athur Maude, 1929) and the German-British coproduction The Wrecker (Géza von Bolváry, 1929).
In 1930 Benita Hume went to the US to act in her first Broadway play: Ivor Novello's Symphony in Two Flats (1930). In the same year she acted in the UK film version of the play. She continued to act in various British crime films and dramas by Maurice Elvey and others. In 1931 she would divorce her first husband, Eric Otto Siepmann, whom she had married in 1926. After one Warner production shot at their UK studios in 1932, Hume also started a prolific even if short-lived career as leading lady in Hollywood cinema, though she never became huge star. Between 1932 and 1933 Hume acted in 11 American films, including the impostors story Diamond Cut Diamond (Maurice Elvey, Fred Niblo, 1932), with Adolphe Menjou, the press drama Clear All Wires! (George Hill, 1933) with Lee Tracy, and Hume's last American film, The Worst Woman in Paris? (Monta Bell, 1933). From the second half of 1934 Hume acted in British films again. For some films she was occasionally called to the US again, e.g. for Tarzan Escapes (Richard Thorpe, 1936), though not as the female star of the films anymore. In 1938 Hume quit film acting altogether, though she continued with radio and TV work.
In 1938 Benita Hume married British actor Ronald Colman, with whom she appeared on the Jack Benny radio show and on the radio show The Halls of Ivy (1950-1952). They co-owned a resort in California, and had one daughter. After Colman's death in 1958, Hume remarried with British actor George Saunders in 1959. They remained together till her death. Benita Hume died in 1967 at Egerton, Kent, UK, due to bone cancer.
Sources: IMDb, English, French and German Wikipedia.
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Personeel Slagerij Greck in Amsterdam, Linneustraat, Amsterdam, 15 januari 1988.
English:
Butcher (Greck) in Amsterdam, the Netherlands, 1988.
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They decided to look around some more and when they got upstairs to the bedroom, Papa dog growled, "Someone's been sleeping in my bed,"
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed, too" said the Mama dog
"Someone's been sleeping in my bed and she's still there!" exclaimed Baby dog.
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It's now become part of our travelling calendar - we go on a city break for Jayne’s birthday in January - no presents for birthday's and Christmas, we travel instead. This year it was Seville. We had to drive 180 miles south to Stansted to fly there though, Friday afternoon on the A1, such fun... It was a really good drive down in actual fact, the best day for months, glorious blue sky and a fantastic sunset- and I was in a car. We got stung for tea and drinks in the Radison Blu but we were overnighting and leaving the car so we didn't have much choice. Ryanair aagh! Again no choice. To be fair to the abrasive Irish man O Leary things are better than they used to be and it was an acceptable flight.
We were hoping for better weather than we got- don't you always? It was. cold, windy and after some initial beautiful sun on our first afternoon, it was mostly grey. The wind died but so did the sun. The other little problem was that it was my turn for the awful cold that Jayne had been trying to get over. I was under the weather in more ways than one all week, it was only a cold but it was the worst I've had for ages and it didn't help my mood, particularly when the sun was absent. We had a few hours of really nice light here and there and I made the most of it - I think!
Seville has miles and miles of narrow cobbled streets, they seem to go on for ever. They are almost random in layout and it is extremely difficult to find your way around, it's easier to just keep walking and see what you find. So we did! The architecture is stunning and the history is fascinating. Aside from the ancient history the two events that seem to have had a massive recent influence are the Expo's of 1929 and 1992. The incredible buildings or 'Pavilions' that were built for a one off event are now part of the reason that people visit the city. The 1929 pavilions are fantastic, each one is a story in itself and a destination in its own right but there are a lot of them in Parque Maria Luisa. Plaza Espana, built by the hosts of course, is the biggest and I would imagine that you could make a project out of photographing the individual ceramic tile displays around it on their own. These incredible buildings really need the light to be right to get images that people want to see, flat bright light from bright grey skies is good for certain things but dramatic architecture deserves better - or maybe I'm looking for the easy way option. The other discovery that we made, we found just down the road from the hotel, about an hour into the trip – The Metropol Parasol. A giant lattice work parasol, apparently called ‘The Mushrooms’ locally and apparently the world’s largest wooden structure. You have to look twice, having discovered that it is wood. Only later did we discover that we could get to the top and there is an extensive walkway around the top of it. It is built on top of ancient ruins, ( still intact and viewable) a food market and bars etc. and has a plaza around it and on it, that is buzzing on weekend evenings. Walking around the top, the first people up it one day and being back to watch the sunset later was one of the highlights of the trip for me.
The 1992 Expo also covered a massive area but left behind lots of modern - and some very strange - buildings and arenas. Some are of a temporary nature and get dismantled others find a new use. The land used was on an island between two branches of the River Guadalquivir – Isla de la Cartuja. The branch that goes through the city is now a canal, blocked at its northern end by a barrier with a motorway on it, and is used extensively for water sports, mainly rowing. Many of the buildings are now used by private companies as headquarters , others have a very derelict look. The whole area- even though it is home to the theme park- which was shut for the winter, has a neglected air about it. There are weeds growing everywhere but fountains are switched on, which seemed odd. Unlike the city a short distance away, there are no cafes or bars or other people around for that matter, just us meandering through. The car park that was created for the event is massive, it stretches for miles, and I really mean miles. Totally derelict, just the odd person or dog walker around. There is even a railway line terminating here, in the middle of nowhere a modern and apparently unmanned station, like a ghost station. At this point, across the river proper is open countryside, much flatter than I expected and very easy for local walkers and cyclists to get to - also very calm and quiet, a place to linger and enjoy the peace.
As usual I researched and discovered as we walked, we averaged around 13 miles a day and tried to get off the beaten track. We were out around 8.15, before sunrise, and had orange juice, coffee and Tostada with the locals for breakfast. The trouble is that there are many miles of walking in a relatively small area, some streets are only a few feet wide so there are a lot of them to explore. Incredible ancient churches and squares are around every corner- it's a very religious place - Catholicism rules in Spain. Unfortunately many are only a few feet away from the building next to it and it is difficult to get a decent shot of them. Seville is also famous, historically, as a producer of ceramic tiles. A building isn’t complete without a tile display of some sort and it would be very easy to make a project out of tiles alone. It may be a little boring for any companions though!
We walked the length of the embankment a couple of times, it has graffiti from end to end, several miles of massive concrete walls covered in everything imaginable, from marker pen scribbling to works of art. It was suggested to me that allowing people to paint here might prevent them from daubing property and monuments in the city- it hasn't! Most alleyways and shutters have been attacked to a greater or lesser degree. Spain has very high youth unemployment and maybe this plays a role. To be truthful though we haven't seen a city that's free of graffiti. The other problem is dogs- or what they produce, it's everywhere, absolutely everywhere, in a week we saw only one person remove his dogs mess. Fortunately the city streets are cleaned exceptionally well, some of the cleanest we have come across, men (and a lot of women) and machines are washing and sweeping endlessly.
Having had the wettest winter on record at home - almost three months of rain - we didn't want more rain but we got it. The upside was the water and the reflections that it created made photography on the cobbled streets more interesting, particularly at night. I usually find that it takes me a while to get into the groove on a trip and this one was no different, I didn't start shooting with total disregard - street shots- for a couple of days. Whilst the locals wore quilted jackets and scarves we got down to tee shirts at times, the warmer afternoons would be welcome in summer, never mind January, in Huddersfield. I envied the cyclists, being able to train in temperatures like this in winter - I wish! You need a lot less willpower to get out there and train hard in pleasant weather.
From a photography point of view I had a frustrating time, I never felt to get to grips with the place- other than on the streets at night. Writing this on my phone on the flight home, I haven't a clue what I've got to work with when I get back. I usually edit first and write later. Generally I have a first look, I'm disillusioned, I then revisit and see things differently- thankfully! Architectural shots with a grey sky could be destined for the monochrome treatment, we'll soon see. I'm still editing stuff from our London trip before Christmas, it's getting decent views in black and white and I quite enjoy looking at them myself.
We visited most of the notable tourist destinations, and went up anything that we could. Seville doesn't have a high point-it's flat! Nothing really stands head and shoulders above the city. The Cathedral tower is over 300 feet but the Cathedral itself fills a lot of the view on some aspects. Being square and having to look through bars in recesses you don't really get a completely open aspect. A new 600 foot tower is close to being finished, it's an office block and I couldn't find any mention of it being a viewing point in the future.
Oranges were the last thing on my mind when I suggested going to Seville. There are 25000 orange trees in Seville and now is the time that they are laden with big-and sour- Seville oranges, they are everywhere, apparently they are the property of the city authorities and will be harvested and sent to the UK to be made in to marmalade at some point in the near future. These trees will soon be covered in fragrant blossom, the city will smell beautiful for a couple of months. Studying the surrounding area it would be good to tour in March or April I would think, the scents, longer days and better weather would make for a fantastic trip. One for the future. The sunrise on our final morning was the best of the week, this was what we had looked forward to, we had to leave for the airport at 9.00...... Needless to say it was raining hard as we drove the last twenty miles home. Nothing new there then.
As usual I have aimed to present a pretty extensive collection of photographs of our chosen destination, some, at first glance will be pretty mundane shots of everyday life on the streets, often though, close inspection will reveal something humorous, something that needs a bit of thought. Others are definitely just people going about their holiday or work. Travelling with someone else it wouldn’t be fair to spend an inordinate amount of time trying to nail the perfect long exposure or HDR image of a cathedral or similar in perfect light – the one stunning shot to add to the portfolio- it’s not really my thing, I go for an overview of the place in the time available. Looking at the postcards locally it becomes obvious that stunning shots of some of these buildings are hard to come by. Heavily corrected converging verticals were quite obvious – and most likely will be in my own shots. As the owner of tilt and shift lenses I never travel with one – ever! My knees are already creaking from the weight of the bag.
Thought I'd post a few photos of this girl looking relatively content and carefree, and HRH is Queen of Meerkat Poses.
All is about to change in her world. Does she somehow already know it? She has always had the expect-the-worst mentality. And many people don't think cats have distinct personalities. . . pshaw.
Enjoy your day, Boo, enjoy your day today.
Any sympathy?
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Explore #178 December 6, 2008 Thanks all!
Ok, maybe I'm your worst nightmare wearing gold toe socks and a Jack's Mannequin shirt. I didn't really plan this shot through... oh well.
Also my first "major" photoshopping. Not too bad, but hell I have a long way to go! How am I learning it? With Aaron Nace. See his GROUP and take his class. Seriously.
STROBIST: sb800 cam left @ 1/1, 600 cam right @1/1
This I found in the bathroom of a restaurant in the suburbs of Oklahoma City, where I was with my family to celebrate my cousin's Bar Mitzvah.
How freaking hilarious is this?!
Nasty storms came through West Virginia on Tuesday. Thankfully, I live in northeast Ohio, and we missed the worst of them.
Photo Credit to my Daughter for this one taken near her home in WV.
The effects of the drought are visible on the remaining livestock. When the rains come, it is expected that thousands of weakened animals will perish.
© European Union, 2022 (photographer: Silvya Bolliger)
The typically Dutch winter meal, as served by my friend's family. It was VERY tasty, and the whole pan was finished in no time.
FILE--Singer Britney Spears performs at the MTV Video Music Awards at Radio City Music Hall in New York in this Sept. 7, 2000 file photo. Mr. Blackwell named Spears the top fashion flop of 2000 in his annual worst-dressed women list Tuesday, Jan. 9, 2001. He called her two-piece outfits "Madonna rejects." (AP Photo/Suzanne Plunkett, File)
As far as we were concerned, the worst was over. Let it snow.
We were now on the original Staircase of Suicide. The cable car station was just a couple hundred yards away. The end was in sight. Suddenly something happened that I will never forget for the rest of my life.
About fifteen yards in front of me, a Chinese man was walking carelessly along a relatively flat portion of the walkway. I had noticed he wasn't even holding the metal chain. Without any warning, he suddenly lost his footing, slipped and fell.
With only a few thin pine trees on the snowy slope separating him from a 600-foot drop off a sheer cliff, he reached back with one had to grab onto the safety chain just as his feet slid under it. If he had missed the chain or his grip broke, the pine trees would be his last chance. But he held tight and broke his momentum. Slowly he pulled himself back to his feet.
Laura and I were too stunned to even move. Only a lucky last second grab of the chain have saved him. This guy had missed death by a hair. Before I could even muster a breath, he turned straight around and looked at me. In perfect English, he calmly said to me, "It's very dangerous here. You should be careful."
I just about fell off the mountain myself from shock. An instant before, only a rusty, icy chain had come between this man and almost certain death. But the man's first thought after almost dying was to warn ME to be careful! What an amazing man.
Fear of heights must not be part of the Chinese ethos. Not me. This guy's brush with Death had me spooked. Now I kept BOTH HANDS on the safety chain. I had not taken one carefree step in over an hour, but now I concentrated even harder.
Not two minutes later, Laura screamed in terror as she slipped on the ice just like the Chinese man had. She saved herself from careening down the slope by bear-hugging the safety chain just as the Chinese man had. I was there in seconds, almost slipping myself as I hit an ice patch. These icy steps were deadly!
As I helped her up, I did not feel as much shocked, scared, or relieved as I just felt angry at myself for allowing us to be in this spot.
From the very start, my better judgment had been put aside by a combination of wanting to get "my money's worth" and from observing all the Chinese people giggling up and down the mountain without regard for consequences. Always way too competitive for my own good, I had allowed my judgment to be clouded by my need to think I was just as brave and athletic as these kids.
As a result, we had spent nearly two and a half hours on this icy, treacherous mountain path with scant guardrails and few safety features. Deadly drop-offs were just one mistake, one slip away the entire time.
Now as exhaustion set in, Laura had made a near-fatal mistake. I was beside myself with anger at my stupidity for putting us in this spot to begin with. If she had gotten hurt (or worse), I would have never been able to forgive myself. I was furious with myself for my ignorance. I had no idea how easy it was to slip going down the steps.
But mostly I was angry for trying to compete with the Chinese. I had gotten so used to thinking the Chinese knew what they were doing that I did not realize until the man slipped in front of me that my judgment had been right all along - this mountain path was a death trap.
Someone could have a heart attack from exertion and fall to their death. Or a trembling foot could miss a foothold and make a fatal slip that would cost them their life. Even a simple mistake like Laura's could end it. We were lucky to be alive.
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Ironically, two days later, we stopped at a temple in nearby Xian. Laura picked up a pamphlet and started to browse. I heard her giggle. Curious, I asked her what was so funny.
She handed me the pamphlet and told me to look for myself. The first thing I noticed was this particular pamphlet was written in English.
Laura grinned as she pointed to the Third Wisdom of Tao:
"He who knows when to stop does not find himself in trouble."
Dear Ruffles,
Your new product Beef & Cheese Flavor Dip is the worst idea ever & is garbage. It tasted awful. Why mess with perfection? Don't change the Nacho Salsa Con Queso Cheese flavor sauce, leave it alone. My roommate loves it but personally, I think it taste like shit. Whose idea was this, deserves to be pimp slap.
The worst part of a weather day is having to dig out the tent. It's not the shoveling that sucks, it's the spending half an hour putting on all your wet gear on just to shovel for fifteen minutes then spend another half an hour taking off your gear and getting back in the tent.
This is possibly the least festive, scariest and worst Christmas window display I've ever seen. You'd have to try quite hard to make it look this bad but in all honesty I'm rather taken with it.
Ridley Road Market, Hackney.
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Man, there you go. This is why we have Alien MUSCLE.
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Worst to First
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The world's worst womanless beauty pageant!
Contestant in the 2016 Miss Engineering womanless beauty pageant
(probably the world's finest womanless beauty pageant)