We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember "The Medway Handyman" saying something like:
Round here, there's a 'Vegatable Shop', a 'surveylance camera' and the best of the lot - 'French Bread at it's Best', printed on several thousand cardboard boxes which have been, are being, and will continue to be, distributed throughout the length and breadth of the country.