Posts Tagged ‘Carrefour’

It’s Not Only the French…

06/03/2014

Regular readers will know that I take a certain amount of perverse pleasure from posting images of Carrefour’s typos.  I am very happy to report that they are in good company.  Here’s one from our Trans-Atlantic cousins:

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Crap photo (sorry about that) of a massive ad’ in the local Costco.  I think it could even be an Aussie wine, so bonus points to me for a real international find.

Actually, the French have come up trumps again.  There’s a new Decathlon superstore somewhere on this glorious island.  I know this as an advertising flyer arrived in our post box the other day and this caught my eye:

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I’ve no doubt that this would find a niche market, somewhere on this here Internet.

Taking a slight tangent with this one, as there’s nothing wrong with it – it just tickled me.  Teenage boys will also be giggling, I have no doubt.

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I’ll end on my favourite topic.  Cycling is about to hit town as the Tour de Taiwan 2014 kicks off in a few days.  I happened to be browsing the website and clicked the ‘translate’ option.  I think the Gusto Team may struggle (you may need to click on the image to appreciate this one):

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There are no top tunes about the Tour de Taiwan, so you’ll have to make do with this:

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Another Picture Essay

09/01/2014

Since my last effort to amaze and amuse, I’ve amassed a tidy little collection of images I need to share with the world.

As ever, Carrefour is a magnificent source of material.  I’ll start you with this:

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Since you ask, no, I wasn’t in the musical instrument section.  Proof?  This was in an aisle nearby:

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The neglect shown towards all those little infants saddens me immensely.  Still, if you have a hungry little monster to attend to, there’s always provision.  Just be careful to avoid the cashier:

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Sorry, crshier.  I have visions of a really uptight individual cursing all and sundry through clenched teeth.  You don’t want to be messing with him/her.

That’s enough for now, but fear not!  I shall return to Carrefour before I conclude this feast of visual delights.  It’s probably my favourite, so you’ll have to stay with me, and anyone caught skipping to the end will be placed in detention.

A change of venue brings me to the park just around the corner from our house, where there are strict rules by which we must abide:

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Funny.  We had been thinking of traipsing round there and firing up a barbeque, but the sputum issue had been a bit of a worry.  You can imagine how we were simultaneously relieved and disappointed, but that was nothing compared to the abject horror at being denied the chance to don our alpine gear. (It is still winter in these parts):

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I should point out that it’s as flat as the proverbial pancake in this part of Taiwan.  Oh, and I should think the last time Tainan experienced snow or ice, the British Isles were still joined to mainland Europe (if you see what I mean).

I’ve been lucky enough to hook up with a fellow Brit cyclist in the last few weeks.  I don’t have a picture to prove it, but I do have another cycling image to illustrate how bikes are revered out here:

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Rest assured, this is not an exceptionally valuable machine with delicate paintwork, it is not brand new and parked outside a bike shop, nor is it very cold here so keeping it warm is not an issue (see above), but there is this peculiar trend for leaving bikes partially clothed in bubble-wrap.  Any locals reading?  Please explain.  Ta.

On the subject of unusual clothing, there was some kind of religious festival the other day.  Many, many people passed by our house over a period of several hours.  Lots of what you’d expect.  Drums, dragons, lions, screechy-type music, firecrackers, gongs, bright colours, scooters, blokes chewing betel nuts, scantily-clad young women pole-dancing.  You know, that kind of thing.  However, what struck me was the number of these on show:

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That’s trilby hats, not Audis, in case you were wondering.  [Sorry, chaps.  Didn’t feel it was appropriate to snap the pole-dancers!]  Who’d have thought that the good old trilby would find a home in this society, let alone in this kind of festival and procession?

For those of you disappointed by the lack of car focus in this post thus far, feast your eyes on this little beauty:

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Hilarious.  Even more so when I tell you that it has curtains fitted.  Made my day.

Now, we are often accused of stereotyping the Chinese, and I admit to having posted the dreadful Harrow gag a few months ago.  Then again, it’s difficult not to smile at stuff like this.  (Not a vely good pic, but look carefully near the blight light reflections):

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Makes good coffee.  I take care to purse my lips and brow it gently before I take a sip.

Christmas is now a distant memory, but at least we didn’t end up under the hideous golden arches this year.  I spotted this while we were in Taipei in November.  Seemed rather appropriate.

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Taipei also provided a couple of favourites.  Park rules almost on a level with that other Fine City, Singapore:

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Me and the boy needed to take a leak while we were enjoying the park; luckily neither of us needed a longer visit:

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We never did find the toilet for a No. 2.

After school classes can be found everywhere.  There’s one at the end of our little terrace that gives lessons on Lego.  Yes, really.  I took these for some friends of ours in Kaohsiung who are rather fond of Star Wars stuff:

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Sorry, Darren and Conner, they’ve been removed from the window now, but we know the owners if you want to come and take a look.

I promised some more CarrefourtheloveofGodwhatweretheythinking, so here’s one of which I’m particularly fond.  It also gives me the opportunity to shoehorn in an old favourite tune at the end:

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Like the kids sang, “We don’t need no edvcotion!”

And with that, all that remains is for me to say Happy New Year, everyone.

Be Carrefour What you Wishfour

23/09/2013

Some time ago, I posted a few images of things that tickle me out here.  I’ve gathered several more, so it’s time they were unleashed upon the world.  As ever, I’m not intent on mocking; indeed, as ever, I’m eternally grateful that any English is on display at all in/on shops, on the roads, at museums and galleries.  Without it, I’d really struggle.

We have a Carrefour just around the corner, so I spend quite a lot of time in there.  It’s a good place to watch out for this kind of thing:

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This also made me smile, since I thought the general idea was to try to eliminate MSG, not seek it out:

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I’m happy to support Carrefour as they are a major sponsor of the Tour de France.  Christopher is happy to support Carrefour as they provide shopping trolleys for his level of car obsession:

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Milk here is pretty expensive.  You’d think they’d spend some of the profits on employing a proofreader:

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To give this a bit of balance, now is a good point to shift and assert that it’s not only the French getting their Ps & Qs in a muddle.  A couple of doors away is a branch of that stalwart of British DIY superstores, B&Q.  It’s much more of a giggle here:

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I saw this next one and was reminded of a dreadful old joke. Why are there so many Chinese people living in a certain town, home of a famous public school, just north west of Wembley?  Why?  Because they arrive at Heathrow, jump in a cab and say “Harrow Mr Taxi Driver.”

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Apologies if anyone finds that offensive.

At Ming’s new University, (National Cheng Kung University, since you ask) I came across the best lavatory sign I’ve ever seen, coupled with the wackiest urinals:

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There must be a gag in there about taking a leek (or something), but I’m struggling, so fill in the gap for yourself if you’re feeling inspired.  I was, however, rather thrilled that the one and only Mr David Gedge recently re-tweeted the ‘busting for a pee’ pic, so I’ll take that as justification for throwing this in to enrich your lives.  A glorious, wonderful tune, and the only record I have ever pre-ordered:

Back to my favourite area, the permanent, rich vein of typos found anywhere, any time, with this classic from a mall boutique (inspired by Harold Steptoe, mefinks):

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Meanwhile, I am constantly amazed and amused by the mix of cultures on display, often in the most unlikely of places.  We went out for a drive a couple of months ago and stumbled across this large temple:

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A billion brownie points to anyone who can guess what was on display inside.  Toaist religious relics?  Ancient calligraphy?  Fresh local produce, perhaps, à la Harvest Festival?  How about some knitting and embroidery from the local equivalent of the WI?  Okay, what about a skip load of fireworks?

Not even close.  ‘ave this, oh ye of little imagination:

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There’s obviously so much more significance to Iron Man than you or I could ever conceive.

Since I’ve struck on something of a philosophical vibe, I’ll leave you with this to ponder.  Answers on a postcard, please:

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Only in Taiwan

09/01/2013

I was in Carrefour earlier this afternoon where I thought I’d have a look at the books as I needed something new to read to Christopher.  The first section I saw had this labelling:

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As one of life’s dreadfully dull nit-pickers, I was close to spontaneous combustion, I can tell you.  Then again, Carrefour is a French company, so why should their English have to conform to my standards?  Dictionnaire would have made more sense.  I’m told that the Chinese words mean ‘if you spot the error, you need to get out more’.  Or something.

Meanwhile, at Kaohsiung Museum of Fine Art, I was thrilled to see the following warning in the park grounds:

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For reasons which I cannot understand, some have suggested that a bird crapping on your head is lucky.  A tiny tweeter’s turd trickling towards Turner’s tonsils is certainly not the kind of luck I need, although catching me belly laughing in the museum grounds is improbable, to be fair.

On a more positive note, one of Taiwan’s favoured treats is papaya milk.  Here’s the tiny boy having his seven-elevenses:

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Luckily, there’s a 7 Eleven or a Family Mart on every other corner (I’ve heard it said that you’re never more than 200 feet from a convenience store in Taiwan – or was that 10 yards from a rat in London? – no matter), so a half decent cup of coffee is readily available any time.  The papaya milk is good, too.