canonman
pfm Member
Are they FM, AM or DAB tuners?Gregge put onion I their tuner no so it's a no go for me.
Tuner mayo and five spice is very nice you have to make them yourself.
Pete
Are they FM, AM or DAB tuners?Gregge put onion I their tuner no so it's a no go for me.
Tuner mayo and five spice is very nice you have to make them yourself.
Pete
Greggs take bland to another level but at least the staff are nice if you have no other option, unlikely to be poisoned which I suppose is better than being poisoned if by any chance you still want to live (you are after all buying your lunch in Greggs)
Go into marks and sparks food section around the corner, much better and it tastes of something, it'll probably cost no more, not only that you will have rejected the march into the grey oblivion of mindless nothingness.
Yours
still alive enough to taste things
Mark
Of course, they all come out of central distribution every morning.
I've never eaten anything from Greggs.
Opposite my town centre bus stop is a row of six shops: a betting shop; charity clothes shop; pawn shop; Cash Converter; another betting shop and, finally, Greggs. A dystopian microcosm of poverty stricken small-town Britain.
Gregg's food is awful. Going back to the 70's Gregg's of Gosforth produced excellent pies and sausage rolls. I, along with many other kids would play "dinner wag" and head to Wallsend Forum where we competed with thousands of shipyard workers all buying from Gregg's. You could be a great deal with 12p!! Sadly once it went multinational the quality fell. Even their stotties are terrible now.
Are you saying Greggs is the only one you've not given custom to?
Ee, that's class. Mind you, yer'd be better off wi' a Bargain Booze and a tek-aht, then yer'd ev t'set.I've never eaten anything from Greggs.
Opposite my town centre bus stop is a row of six shops: a betting shop; charity clothes shop; pawn shop; Cash Converter; another betting shop and, finally, Greggs. A dystopian microcosm of poverty stricken small-town Britain.
I've never eaten anything from Greggs.
Opposite my town centre bus stop is a row of six shops: a betting shop; charity clothes shop; pawn shop; Cash Converter; another betting shop and, finally, Greggs. A dystopian microcosm of poverty stricken small-town Britain.
Opposite my town centre bus stop is a row of six shops: a betting shop; charity clothes shop; pawn shop; Cash Converter; another betting shop and, finally, Greggs. A dystopian microcosm of poverty stricken small-town Britain.