Oh. Oh. Oh. I just wrote a long and slightly tortured post about culture shock and the uncanny valley, with jokes about zombies and rabies. Then deleted it and wrote another post on mostly the same topic, but with bacon and Daniel Craig and football boots and cricket whites and rabies and zombies. Then my computer died and I had to stop myself from throwing it through my glass walls onto the foxes, badgers, and squirrels who spend their time making noises at me. And now we’re all happy again but the post is lost and if I have to write all that over for the third time I will stabbity-stab someone in the eye. Since I’m the only one here that seems like a stupid waste, so let’s move on.
Here’s a photo of a Sally Lunn bun instead. These are worth a trip to Bath all on their own. They taste of an impossible combination of gourmet hamburger bun and brioche, and although I can’t explain it now, they exemplify everything I was trying to say in those other posts about things which are familiar, things which are not familiar, and how everything is good with butter, sugar, and a smile.
If Daniel Craig shows up in cricket whites to serve it to you, that’s between you and him. Enjoy.