spacecadet wrote:Lugh, you poor victim of advertising......
Jaffa cakes are the Austin Metro of the food world. They are what happens when democracy fails and purpose falls between the twin stools of indecision and compromise.
They are like those bloody awful puff-ball skirts that girls wore in the eighties. They're like Ronco jumper de-fuzzers. They're like Soda-streams. They seem like a good idea until you analyse the situation and then you kick yourself in intellectual backside for spending money on them.
Are you saying you've bought puff-ball skirts Dave..?
Don't get me wrong. The sooner men come out and say; "Yes. This skirt suits me." The quicker we'll advance as a species

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Mind you, these stockings * I'm wearing are bloody murder on my thighs

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spacecadet wrote:When you want cake, eat cake. When you want biscuit, eat biscuit. Never let yourself be taken in by this New Labour snack. You're worth so much more than that.
I'm an anarchist Dave. Salad Cream all the way for me I'm afraid

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* I'm not really wearing stockings. I would look totally ridiculous in them...