Another day in the life of Home Kong’s most notorious bread dealer. Increasingly I find myself lurking down dark alleyways unloading baked goods out of unmarked vehicles, masked up like a highwayman, huskily launching into my patois: ‘I got some granary, some sourdough and some rye. You can snort it, you can smoke it, or you can butter it and eat it with jam.’
I know I look a bit Mary Berry Gone Rogue, but is it really necessary for ImpactHK’s Guest Room Crew to check my bag quite so thoroughly for narcotics? 🤣
Honest guv, it’s the same sh*t every week!
Oops – wrong bag! I meant to upload this…