In UTC’s personal circle, a dark and murky place, the word ‘rocket’ is widely used as a sort of gentle form of rebuke.
As in “he’s a pure rocket, that boy”. So, imagine one of the auld yin’s iron-filings eyebrows raised in astonishment when he read that Krispy Kreme was set to open Scotland’s first-ever ‘rocket store’.
Several rockets that UTC knows immediately sprang to mind – and most of them enjoy the odd doughnut or two, luckily enough.
Turns out it isn’t a store for rockets after all. It’s a store shaped like a space rocket, for reasons that the auld boy couldn’t be bothered reading about.