notes on a lonely, incidental accidentally endorsing meal at an isolated provincial train station

hi

well, pretty much just what the title of this says, look you see. i am not sure i have all that much to muse on the subject, so "notes" might be a trifle ambitious. but, stick with it. 

as per previous, rather than future, posts (which were probably dull to read but had some mildly interesting pictures and video), i have, of necessity, been taking some train rides of late. i have opted out of the option to document and record each one, for i feel all that can be said of them has been spoken, or rather written. 

having been to where i needed, wished and wanted to be on completion of one train journey, it is so that a second one must be taken, in reverse if you will, to get from where i came. as it happens, such journey takes place in, about or around that time of day which proper people call when dinner is due, but on the outside world this for some reason gets called "lunch". to play safe i went with the generic "meal" in the title, then, so as not to upset or confuse anyone. what one would eat around the middle of the day. 

it has now become a kind of custom for me, on the lengthy (about a mile or so) walk from where i visit to the train station to select and purchase a "meal deal" from the co-op. this consists of a sandwich, a snack and a drink. yes, most supermarkets (Tesco and Morrisons in particular) offer this for £3 a go, but they are not available to me. routinely i shall select a bag of crisps ("chips" in America and beyond) as a snack. for sandwich, i try to mix it up. 

by chance on this particular day i glanced and saw a "limited edition" one of cheese and pickle. considering that this is something of a widely available (and indeed popular) sandwich here i was momentarily baffled, but just grabbed it, as it sounded good. only on setting down, at the station, waiting for the train, and in preparing the sandwich to eat did i notice that the limited edition aspect of it came in to play with this being Glastonbury endorsed. yes, that Glastonbury. 

your guess is as good as mine (possibly better), for i know not what the packaging said beyond these pics, as i no longer have it to hand. but, it seems that the "reserve cheddar" (me neither" in the sandwich was off of Worthy Farm itself, where they do the concerts and that. 

to be perfectly honest, i kind of groaned and sighed at seeing that i had inadvertently supported one of the most lucrative commercial ventures on the face of the planet. not that there is anything wrong with making money; far from it. just the hypocrisy of Glastonbury, certainly post-2008, irks. they insist on promoting it as the magical, mystical thing it once was but no more, with acts - in particular the main bands or singers each night - selected purely on their willingness to do it cheap and sign away international broadcasting rights to the BBC. hence, a lot of Coldplay. 

of course, i ate it anyway. no, not really like the confession of Winston Smith and the chocolate, in any way, shape or form. i had paid for it and was hungry. yes, maybe i could say that i was hungry "like the wolf" for the value of reference, but unlike Simon (or Nick, who probably wrote it), i have no idea how exactly a hungry wolf would feel, other than wishing to eat. so, maybe that works. 

was this sandwich, aside from endorsement and affiliation, any good? not bad, actually. the reserve cheddar tasted quite a lot like normal, regular cheddar, but i guess the posh word in front means something to someone. as for the pickle, had worse had better, really. it did the job, for i was hungry no more, not like any wolf or such. 

for the drink selection that is what i always get from that particular proprietor, despite the fact that i do not particularly care for it. the name just amuses me. i am not sure if it is taken from the crossing expression, or the river itself. snack was probably crisps, maybe millionaire shortbread. 

be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!