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Brian Barratt
Weston's Wagon Wheels Review |
Mr Nicey, esteemed,
Don't be fooled by those raspberry pips. Rumour has it that there is a gigantic Pip Factory somewhere in the middle of The Great South Land. Truck- (=lorry-) loads of woodchips are sent there (from Tasmania, which is being stripped of its trees). They are whittled by hand into nice, smooth, oval pippy shapes, and sold to the biscuit companies. It is also said that this is done in collusion with the orthodontic profession, who profit greatly from the dentures broken when some poor biscuit-eater chomps on one of those things. It is believed that maxilo-facial surgeons want to be in on the act, too. Enough to give you the pip, really.
A remain, Sir,
Your 'umble
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Biscuit Man
Weston's Wagon Wheels Review |
Alun is almost right with his story about the shop at burton's factory closing. The problem though, was not sub-standard biscuits being sold on, but "real" ones. The factory shop sold standard products at discounted prices to the factory employees, but would also serve anyone else who called in, including local shopkeepers. So many of them took advantage of the special prices that the local cash&carry complained to Burton's head office, so the shop was closed to the public.
Biscuit man!! |
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Highland coo |
As a keen mountain climber and hill walker i always carry with me my trusty thermos of tea with a seperate bottle of milk as otherwise the milk tastes like that manky UHT stuff one finds in hotels. Naturally i cary some small snack to keep my energy up, normally some shortbread or "digger biscuits" (family recipe, 'nuff said tho when it's basiclaly oats and golden syrup). However, recently i was tihnking of taking a trip further afield with som friends, notably the Andes in South America or parhaps the Alps depending on funds, when to my horror i learnt something that should put every tea drinker from ever going to anywhere of notable altitude. A physics frined of mine told me that according to kinetic theory as altitude increases, pressure decreases so the temperature needed to boil water decreases. This doesn't sound too bad, until you realise that at the top of the Alps water boils at 80 degrees Centigrade or at the top of Everest it is a lukewarm 60 degrees. So no tea to stave hypothermia off and, unfortunately, no trip. It does make you wonder how Edmund Hillary got to the top of Everest tho. In the meantime, Explorers BEWARE, tea at altitude is lacking in taste and heat. |
Nicey replies: The highest I've made tea is about 1800M above sea level. It works well enough at that altitude providing one doesn't use the local tea bags. |
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Emma Jeffrey |
Dear Nicey,
Orange cream biscuits can still be bought this day in Tesco's. Unfortunately they do come in a multipack with a packet of coconut creams and bourbons but I throw thos others away and just eat the orange ones.
Emma |
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Alun Miles
Weston's Wagon Wheels Review |
Nicey,
I've just read your write up of the 'Weston's Wagon Wheel', and have
just stirred up memories of my school days
I was educated at the school which is next door to the Burton's factory in Llantarnam, South Wales and every time my school chums and I had a chance we would scamper down to the factory's shop and buy bags of Wagon Wheels which were not of sufficient quality to be packed up and distributed in the normal way. There would be 20 plus wagon wheels to a bag of various sizes,
shapes and quantities of chocolate/jam. These were then consumed with great gusto during our lunch break.....but unfortunately for every good thing there's a bad one....
One day after indulging ourselves in our Wagon Wheel fest we suddenly remembered that we had double PE after lunch and on that particular day we had to give it our all in a practice game of rugger for a big match we had lined up. I was ok for the first few minutes or so until I was running down the wing at full pelt and was barged into touch by a big bruiser from the upper sixth form. When I got to my feet and drew in a deep breath through my nose (as we were taught by our sports master!!) I got a whiff of the baking odours from the biscuit factory. Well the accumulation of vigorous exercise, 20 or so Wagon Wheels and that sickly pong was too much for me and yes you've guessed it I was talking to God on the big white phone, which of course got everyone else, who scoffed Wagon Wheels that lunch time, boffing too.
As you can imagine the rugby pitch was not a pretty sight and the memory of this ordeal has stuck with me since, especially when I travel past the factory/school on my way to work just as another batch of biscuits are leaving the ovens giving off their sweet sickly odour.
Cheers Alun
PS. Shortly after this incident the factory shop was closed the official story was that some unscrupulous people were selling on the below par biscuits at car boot sales and thus giving Burton's a bad name.....but I think it was my sports master threatening to duff up anyone who sold us anymore Wagon Wheels.
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