Sticky Buns, tarts and pastries

OK Chaps, steady on, now. Stop what you're doing and concentrate. This may be the single most important poll you ever fill in on LJ.

I am trying to find out what the favourite sticky bun is in the world. Admittedly we are, between us, a very small sample group, but I for one am not beyond extrapolating wildly on the basis of a dozen or so votes.

If you have a favourite that's not on the list, feel free to add it in the text box question - but remember I am looking for buns and pastries only. Cakes just push it too wide; maybe there's room for a poll on that in due course.

Anyone who puts a savoury option down will be ridiculed as the weirdo they are.

Get to it, everyone; let's put this debate to bed once and for all!

[Poll #1008088]

Sticky Buns, tarts and pastries

OK Chaps, steady on, now. Stop what you're doing and concentrate. This may be the single most important poll you ever fill in on LJ.

I am trying to find out what the favourite sticky bun is in the world. Admittedly we are, between us, a very small sample group, but I for one am not beyond extrapolating wildly on the basis of a dozen or so votes.

If you have a favourite that's not on the list, feel free to add it in the text box question - but remember I am looking for buns and pastries only. Cakes just push it too wide; maybe there's room for a poll on that in due course.

Anyone who puts a savoury option down will be ridiculed as the weirdo they are.

Get to it, everyone; let's put this debate to bed once and for all!

[Poll #1008088]

Not Elvis

I was on my way to Victoria Station as usual this evening, on my way home when I heard the sound of someone plugging a microphone into an amplifier. This is not particularly unusual on the little pedestrianised triangle where Victoria Street, Wilton Road, Vauxhall Bridge Road and Addington Street all come together. People like to preach next to Little Ben, the working replica of its larger and more famous namesake at the other end of Victoria Street.



Tonight's chap was a little better at working the crowd than most of them. He started off with a hearty "Good Evening, Victoria; good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen," before launching into his spiel:

"When you turn on the TV, it's bad news" he said, "every page in the newspaper is filled with bad news!" He was beginning to warm to his subject: "I bring you great news! I bring you the GREATEST news of all!"

I found myself thinking, "I hope it's Elvis. Please let it be Elvis."

It wasn't. I caught the tube home.

Not Elvis

I was on my way to Victoria Station as usual this evening, on my way home when I heard the sound of someone plugging a microphone into an amplifier. This is not particularly unusual on the little pedestrianised triangle where Victoria Street, Wilton Road, Vauxhall Bridge Road and Addington Street all come together. People like to preach next to Little Ben, the working replica of its larger and more famous namesake at the other end of Victoria Street.



Tonight's chap was a little better at working the crowd than most of them. He started off with a hearty "Good Evening, Victoria; good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen," before launching into his spiel:

"When you turn on the TV, it's bad news" he said, "every page in the newspaper is filled with bad news!" He was beginning to warm to his subject: "I bring you great news! I bring you the GREATEST news of all!"

I found myself thinking, "I hope it's Elvis. Please let it be Elvis."

It wasn't. I caught the tube home.