I don’t quite live in Oxford now, but in the next bit along, which is called Cowley. It’s a good place: jovial, colourful, occasionally criminal, but in a fun kinda way. There are lots of shops with strong smells. I saw a fish product wrapped in plastic that was labelled only:
“FIT FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION. Product of Bangladesh.”
I guess it probably sells fine among its devoted fans. But if they ever want market cross-over, those exporters will have to learn how overstatement of a point can be ironically suggestive of its opposite.
The best thing that has happened to me in Cowley is when I saw a man walking down the main street with a butchered carcass over his shoulder. I think it was a goat.
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