Fri Oct 12, 2012 1:03 am
I somehow ended up with 300g of these, got lost in translation I suppose, was after cashews.
My only recollection of such an abhorent food stuff was some tv progs during my younger days in the seventies where all New York coppers ate them. We had the Sweeney, would Jack Regan eat them, no would he f**k, probably grab the seller of such shite by the scruff, smash his head into the nearest wall and tell um to f**k off. Otherwise they would quite likely be nicked!
Pistachio nuts, taken me nearly 3 hours to eat the little bastards, Capuccino coffee, Latte, weeing tea and red shirts, Chrissie Coleman, drinking more than three pints an you're alcho (per week not for breakfast), museli, manbags and actually reading a paper not rotating pages trying figure out if the tart shaved her pussy properly or not, cartoons where the main character smoked a large splif, politicians on telly, women walking around disguised as Daleks and f**k me Daleks climbing stairs. Blokes called Guy, young ladies named Paris, Peaches, Swallow (OK I made that one up) and you worry about the colour of a shirt?
There's probably hundreds of men wearing skirts roaming the streets of Cardiff at this very moment with large medalions around the necks saying now then, now then, hows about that then! I'll swop you this for one of those puppies. And it's not even egg chasing season yet.
Ah the olden days...