Joyless cake

Yeah sorry, I've been ill. Back now.

Had lunch in a London Bridge patisserie. You know what I couldn't taste in my cake? Love. There was no love in my cake. No joy. The owner's a miserable cow.

Can I take some pics of your lovely cake? No.

The man who walked in with wife and child: Can you microwave some baby food so our baby can eat with us? No.

This table's for four people only. No less. No wasting seats, you.

So I photographed her cakes anyway. Just to show you what overpriced bloody cakes with no love look like.

Last time I go back there.