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From: Brian Shule Category: Art Date: 03 November 2008 Time: 12:51 PM Review: Mea Culpa.....crikey, Rupert has massed the paint. These are no ordinary citizens making their way across the wind blown desert of reason towards Ye Olde Pasta Jointe, nay nay and thrice nay, these are cultural nomads looking to pitch their tents wherever they can get "good value", it is'nt Love they're looking for so put away all that home-made, locally grown muck. Its a machine retrieved meat paste McFlurry style pasta dish with little glistening nodules of non stick acrylic lard served by pit ball terriers in very convincing pussycat outfits. "Its not me , it's you...." one of them whispered, his lower mandible almost completely masking the customers face whose voice by now seemed distant and full of mort de Josué. "Pasta La Bisto ..er,,, Baby" he seemed to say just as Bono and an entourage of leggy models arrived, all wearing sunglasses and risk assessment forms." Would you like some tea?" the waiter asked Bono, "Me?", he replied, "just a Culpa".