Consumer Complaints

I was refused entry to Harrods today. Not because I was causing trouble. Not because I was dressed inappropriately. Not because I probably didn't have enough money to shop there with a clear conscious. I was refused entry to Harrods because of Starbucks. Yes my American friends, your delicious dark roast topped with cream and served with an Italian accent is not welcome in this fortress of British twattery. I was asked to finish my coffee outside despite the subzero temperatures. I cannot believe it. At this point I thought it was some sort of form of bad taste. A slightly late April Fool's joke. A misplaced comment perhaps aimed at someone else. Or I simply imagined in my head. Yet no, it was real: I heard a voice coming over my right shoulder "Excuse me! Oi! Did you finish your...