The "Guardian"

Last weekend I was in Bath, and the whole family went out for a pub lunch. I forget the name of the establishment, but it looked exquisite: serene views, warm decor, inviting menu, etc..
I ordered the wild boar sausages and mash, but they were out. I then ordered the mackeral, but they'd run out of that. Finally, I settled on the sirloin steak. When it arrived 45 minutes later it was beautiful, but the whole place was clearly too popular for the staff to deal with.
I took a sip of Fosters and all became clear. According to my pint glass "Great minds think alike. You are in one of our favourite gastro pubs. The Guardian". I thought the clientel looked the distinctly middle class wankety pretentious type.

I was offended that The Guardian should assume I'd be complemented to hear that I share their taste. As if my sole activity in life is trying to act more like The Guardian, as if Julie Birchall is some model to which I aspire to be. Fuck off Guardian - you should try to think like me.

Comments

[JRWB]

Julie Burchill no longer writes for The Guardian, but for the Sunday Times. You've been away too long.

[AJE]

Bloody hell - chip 'n' pin, chavs, and now Julie Burchill writing for Murdoch... it's a lot to get used to...