Just what the town needed...

Despite being the home of numerous take aways, hostelries, restaurants and greasy caffs, our small town (little more than a village when I moved here in the 80's) now has a Greggs. It opened today and was greeted like the second coming - every person walking around the town had a greasy Greggs bag. Mother only bought a loaf of bread, a cake for me (pictured) and a single solitary corned beef pasty (just to keep her hand in). I don't actually like pastry, so the charms are lost on me, probably due to a bad experience with a sausage roll as a child. I bit into it only to find what could only be described as offal tubing, an artery of, one can only hope, was a named animal meat source. And in the spirit of Terry Pratchett's sausage inna bun merchant Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler, I hope the name wasn't Mr Tiddles.