Your ViewsKeep your e-mails pouring in, it's good to know that there are lots of you out there with views and opinions. To help you work out what is what, are now little icons to help you see biscuit related themes. And now you can see at a glance which are the most contested subjects via this graph (requires Flash 6.0 plugin). Please keep your mails coming in to nicey@nicecupofteaandasitdown.com | If you like, you can use this search thingy to find stuff that matches with any of the icons you pick, or use the fantastic free text search, Yay! | Your e-Mails |
James M |
Hello,
When out in Camden Town, I picked up a packet of Savoiardi 'Ladyfingers' - an Italian spongefinger style biscuit, which are very moreish. I have however been roundly condemned in the office for purchasing these. I will forward on a photograph of the ladyfinger, if you desire. I could also write a 200 word review.
Best regards
James M |
Nicey replies: Well I'm sure the people in your office who have been giving you a hard time for buying Italian 'lady fingers' probably have a good point. After you have seen them off you best reclaim your dignity by getting some proper biscuits. You could try and state your case in a review if you think it will help. |
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Jillian Boyd
ToffyPops Review |
After years of craving Toffypops imagine my joy that not only are the the biscuit of the moment but that in Glasgow there is a shop which has a regular shipment of Toffypop biscuits. The shop in question is McGees on Sauchiehall St, up in the pub area next to the pub Firewater. I hope other Glaswegian biscuit eaters will be excited by this news and I shall see you there. |
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Jim McCourt |
There are few more harrowing incidents one can face than discovering the unauthorised usage of ones personal drinking vessel. Whether it be finding your prized Dalek Invasion of Earth mug abandoned, stained and forlorn in the staff room sink, or the unexplained absence of a miss matched Denby, the affront to ones sense of pride, dignity and self can be shattering. The resulting mistrust poisons working relationships and slowly spreads through the department and entire establishment. Until all that remains from a once proud, noble and dynamic workforce, is a seething ball of contempt and inefficiency.
It needn't be this way. We can end it all with proper vessel identification. For many years now those of us in Healthcare have avoided this nightmare scenario by the use of patient identity tags (the wee wristband thingys put on patients on admission to hospital, on birth, on death etc). Ownership details are transcribed on to one of these robust vinyl items, which is then attached to the desired vessel through the handle, in a way which leaves its function unimpared and avoids ink contamination of the contents.
This practise appears to have spread throughout British Hospitals and is common to both NHS and Private establishments despite having no official promotion or recognition. (Presumably to avoid encouraging or condoning theft from the cash strapped NHS.) That there has never been a mouth ulcer or gingivitis epidemic reported amongst the staff of a major British hospital can surely be attributed to this technique. As, I'm sure, can the continued existence of the NHS, and the harmonious atmosphere enjoyed by all who work there. |
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Steve and Lisa Tottle |
Hi there!
We're replying to the e.mail from Julie hardcastle about the coloured biscuits from the seventies.
We also remember these biccies very well. They used to have a sticker with them, or a rice paper monster design on the biscuits themselves. they were definately monster themed. However (and its a big however!) I also for the life of me cannot remember the name of them!
There must be someone out there that does! |
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Brian Barratt |
Esteemed Mr Nicey,
People lying on a table, with biscuits placed on and around them? And where else? There are special websites for people who get their kicks from that sort of thing. You have to be over 18, of course. Keep it decent, Mr Nicey! Please don't go any further than the navel, which is of course the place into which one sweeps one's crumbs afterwards.
Yours very respectfully,
Brian Barratt |
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