Jesus wore Ray Bans here - # 08/03
Looming through the morning mists, on the main road across from the river is the Brentford MacDonalds, accompanied by factories and social housing units, and close-by luxury apartments (It's a good mixed community). About 17 years ago it was still one of those rather rough, terrifying pubs with a large back room where "Indi-Bands" could play and the Landlord gave them a share of the takings. My son played there on his Fender Stratocaster, with his mates. At that time Russian business colleagues would slap me on the back in Moscow and say "Hey, tell me! How is Jesus?"
Recently the British Government approved MacDonalds's training courses as giving the equivalent to an "A Level" (18 year old school leaver's certificate). The newspaper reports I saw gave a very favourable impression. So good old MacDonalds!! But "Good Bye, Jesus".