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Post by mrsonde on Dec 24, 2018 10:14:41 GMT 1
Citation needed! WTF is all that about? See Sky news: Crisp Crunch. Kettle Crisps. They export lots, so warn they may have to move to Belgium. They don't want to, but they might have to, says the boss, if there's a hard Brexit. Reporter: Crispman: Reporter: Crispman:Reporter:Crispman:I can't think of a more native product than crisps. Chips. Spudz. Crisps are not an indigenous species. They were forced on us by the U-Boats, and wartime rationing. Like we used to do with pornography. When I was a lad you had to use your imagination, or smuggle it in from Sweden, and that let in Abba, so beware what you wish for. You really want a Mamma Mia 3?
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Post by mrsonde on Dec 24, 2018 13:33:11 GMT 1
Breaking News Update:
Reporter:
Crispman:
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Post by alancalverd on Dec 24, 2018 15:16:04 GMT 1
I can't think of a more native product than crisps. Chips. Spudz. Crisps are not an indigenous species. They were forced on us by the U-Boats, and wartime rationing. And the rest of us thought that potatoes were introduced to Europe by Sir Francis Drake. So I now learn that we ate them raw until 1939, or maybe 1914, and that my grandmother's fish shop operated a boiler, not a fryer. Why on earth did the customers call it a chippie? It's bad enough that Our Dear Queen (Victoria, of course) married a Kraut. Are you now suggesting that the nice Mr Lineker is actually a quisling?
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Post by alancalverd on Dec 24, 2018 15:21:08 GMT 1
See Sky news: Crisp Crunch. Kettle Crisps. They export lots, so warn they may have to move to Belgium. They don't want to, but they might have to, says the boss, if there's a hard Brexit. Bloody typical Remoaner, and very, very British. An American would have said "Business in Europe is so good that we're building a new plant in Belgium, or maybe Saskatchewan - whatever - somewhere in Germany anyway."
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Post by shysteretcie on Dec 25, 2018 1:06:27 GMT 1
Chips. Spudz. Crisps are not an indigenous species. They were forced on us by the U-Boats, and wartime rationing. And the rest of us thought that potatoes were introduced to Europe by Sir Francis Drake. So I now learn that we ate them raw until 1939, or maybe 1914, and that my grandmother's fish shop operated a boiler, not a fryer. Why on earth did the customers call it a chippie? I submit, m'lud, that the possibility remains that the rest of us may have got the joke? Previously...Mr.Giles: Xander:Willow:Anya:Mr.Giles:Buffy:Mr.Giles:Buffy:Xander:Buffy:Xander:Mr.Giles:Xander:Buffy:Xander:Mr.Giles:.
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Post by mrsonde on Dec 25, 2018 2:14:55 GMT 1
Merry Christmas, everyone, dead or alive. I hope you all have a great day. I'm going to - the family have all gone up to Huntingdonshire, leaving me and the missus and the cats to get drunk as lords, hire a film or two, and eat crisps, while we still can.
That pressie under the tree better be the new double distilled Jack Daniels, else I'll be back tomorrow, to curse all this humbug,
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