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 |
Alice Gorman |
Dear Nicey,
Thank you for your charming response. You've made me think that perhaps biscuits in space is a much-neglected research area that I should pursue. I'm attaching a picture of a 1959 Russian biscuit tin featuring Sputnik 1 for your enjoyment.
Regards,
Alice |
Nicey replies: Alice,
That is a fantastic biscuit tin, you must be very proud. I tend to think about biscuits in space about 3 or 4 times a week at the moment, which I think is healthy. In our book (out in November) I thought about which would be the best biscuit for zero-g or micro-gravity situation. This is surely going to be an issue for the in flight catering on any future sub-orbital space planes. Inevitably I think its the fig roll. |
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Brian Barratt |
Dear Mr Nicey,
At first, I suffered moral outrage at the idea of letting biscuits of different kinds mix in the same tin. But then I realised that if they are above the age of consent, it's all perfectly legal, as long as they don't do it in the street and frighten the horses.
I am, sir,
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Brian Barratt |
Hello Nicey!
Oh dear me, you've twinged my conscience. We had our annual Hard Rubbish Collection, by Monash City Council, only a week ago. Being a procrastinator as well as a nice old gentleman, I haven't thrown out any of that sort of rubbish for about 20 years.
I scoured the junk room, nay, I almost emptied the junk room. I scoured the kitchen cupboards, and threw out about 15 old biscuit tins, including a most beautiful once-silvery one sent to me (full of the most delicious German spicy biscuits on edible rice paper) by a company in Nuremberg, when I worked in Zambia.
All this stuff was put out on what we call the nature strip (= grass verge, in England) the week before the collection. I watched as the kerb-crawlers came round, picking over the treasures. Two by two, all but two of those old tins were taken. Isn't it nice to think that they have not been orphaned, but are now in happy foster-homes?
Brian
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