I agree about organisations fear of UGC, and while I don’t want to derail any conversation about that before it’s started, I think what’s more telling is that this picture sums up societal fear generally.
In a less fearful society, Candy would have gone to her neighbo(u)rs doors, knocked, said hi, had a chin wag and got the restaurant recommendations personally.
The real question is “What the hell is Candy up to?”
She is either:
1) Setting up a Chinese restaurant,
2) Working for someone who is setting up a Chinese restaurant
3) A gleeful sociopath in need of a slap
If you ask someone a forced, unnatural question in an inappropriate way, you are inevitably going to be told to fuck yourself.
Maybe the question should be “What did Candy expect?”
Oh, and avoid Wokmania in Brighton like the plague…
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How depressing. :-(
I agree about organisations fear of UGC, and while I don’t want to derail any conversation about that before it’s started, I think what’s more telling is that this picture sums up societal fear generally.
In a less fearful society, Candy would have gone to her neighbo(u)rs doors, knocked, said hi, had a chin wag and got the restaurant recommendations personally.
I must confess I don’t have much sympathy for anyone who likes Chinese food. Big old plates of slimy monosodium glutamate, eewwww.
what a great example to show what UGC is all about ;:)
The real question is “What the hell is Candy up to?”
She is either:
1) Setting up a Chinese restaurant,
2) Working for someone who is setting up a Chinese restaurant
3) A gleeful sociopath in need of a slap
If you ask someone a forced, unnatural question in an inappropriate way, you are inevitably going to be told to fuck yourself.
Maybe the question should be “What did Candy expect?”
Oh, and avoid Wokmania in Brighton like the plague…