That's it.
The first major milestone has been reached: one month without crisps.
For those of you who thought we'd crack by this point, I have just one thing to say: how do you like them pommes de terre?
11 months to go. Bring them ON.
Although having written that, I realise we're approaching the dark months, literally and figuratively. Literally, because the clocks go back and the night will draw in sooner. Figuratively, because as a result of the changing hours our resolve will face its sternest test - we all know what horrors await when evening arrives. When it's cold outside and the wind moans past the window. It's comfort-eating season, and what's more comforting than eating deep fried potato slices? Well, eating deep fried potato slices under a slanket.
Yeah, that's right, I've worn a slanket. And a pink one at that. What are you going to do about it - take away my bag of Flame Grilled Steak McCoy's Man Crisps?
That looks impractical - you'd get crisp crumbs stuck in the sleeves.
ReplyDeleteBut you're still allowed girly crisps, right? Like rice cakes and their ilk?
ReplyDeleteYeah, plain rice cakes are allowed. They're just air!
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