Plan B is a morning-after pill in the UK.
Ancient history now but during my final year in London there was a glut of imported lobster. They were stacked high in supermarkets with an assortment of BOGOF deals, two for a tenner. I move to Wales and my mum in her final days decides she would like some lobster. That seems easy enough and I trot over to a supermark…
One of our local cafes has been doing little star-shaped bits of fried bread with the Full English. Plus you get toast.
Long time back, I saw a documentary about supermarkets where they revealed that “Broccoli 2" was the holy grail of produce. Don’t know if they have ever found it?
They are not.
I have no idea.
Those aren’t lollies in the top pic.
An Australian colleague got slightly nervous when she was in Ireland and a chap asked her if she wanted a Poke.
I’m trying to work out why a tin of Elsinore Bouillabaisse costs £6.68 on Amazon but only £1.80 in Waitrose?
What about the parasites in the papaya seeds ... ?
Presumably the Kaiser’s shilling is at the bottom of those glasses?
Is it just me or are Nandos being very quiet?
We tend to forget that the shift from chicken meat as a luxury item to a staple is relatively recent. My home town is famous for its chicken breeds so probably had a role in that. Not that you would regard it as chicken territory these days.
Back in the Nineties, I was a guest of the Green Jackets and our sergeant for the day regaled us with tales of dried and boil in the bag rations which were marvelous - but had been withdrawn due to budget cuts. So it was back to things in cans.