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Other British brands that will never, ever make it in the States



Comment from Muslihoon
Time: January 2, 2009, 8:09 pm

“Make a tick mark…”

Ah, the good old days of British English in Pakistan.

Comment from Mrs. Peel
Time: January 2, 2009, 11:40 pm

So…they don’t have Lyme disease in Lyme?

Thinking about tick marks always makes me think of that bit in one of the Dirk Gently books in which Dirk is on the phone, so he and the main character are communicating via writing notes, and they end up ticking various statements. Let me see if I can find it…Ah, here we go:

He rummaged on his desk for a piece of paper and a stub of pencil and wrote a note which he passed to Richard.

“Yes, Mrs Sauskind,” he assured the telephone, “I am listening with the utmost attention.”

The note said “Tell secretary get cigs”.

“Yes,” continued Dirk into the phone, “but as I have endeavoured to explain to you, Mrs Sauskind, over the seven years of our acquaintance, I incline to the quantum mechanical view in this matter. My theory is that your cat is not lost, but that his waveform has temporarily collapsed and must be restored. Schrжdinger. Planck. And so on.”

Richard wrote on the note “You haven’t got secretary” and pushed it back.

Dirk considered this for a while, then wrote “Damn and blast” on the paper and pushed it to Richard again.

“I grant you, Mrs Sauskind,” continued Dirk blithely, “that nineteen years is, shall we say, a distinguished age for a cat to reach, yet can we allow ourselves to believe that a cat such as Roderick has not reached it?

“And should we now in the autumn of his years abandon him to his fate? This surely is the time that he most needs the support of our continuing investigations. This is the time that we should redouble our efforts, and with your permission, Mrs Sauskind, that is what I intend to do. Imagine, Mrs Sauskind, how you would face him if you had not done this simple thing for him.”

Richard fidgeted with the note, shrugged to himself, and wrote “I’ll get them” on it and passed it back once more.

Dirk shook his head in admonition, then wrote “I couldn’t possibly that would be most kind”. As soon as Richard had read this, Dirk took the note back and added “Get money from secretary” to it.

Richard looked at the paper thoughtfully, took the pencil and put a tick next to where he had previously written “You haven’t got secretary”. He pushed the paper back across the table to Dirk, who merely glanced at it and ticked “I couldn’t possibly that would be most kind”.

Comment from See-Dubya
Time: January 2, 2009, 11:54 pm

Do they still make “Mr. Brain’s Pork Faggots”?

Because that was some good stuff.

Comment from scubafreak
Time: January 3, 2009, 12:13 am

LOL… Sounds like I should be out preaching to the pagan porcines……. 😉

Comment from iamfelix
Time: January 3, 2009, 3:29 am

OT: For Uncle B.

Comment from JuliaM
Time: January 3, 2009, 4:19 am

“Do they still make “Mr. Brain’s Pork Faggots”? “

Indeed we do. They can be found in all supermarkets (probably even Waitrose…)

Can’t imagine who’d eat them, mind you…..

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: January 3, 2009, 9:28 am

Oh! Can you not imagine who would eat them? They were a touch sage-y.

Sadly, they have both ticks and Lyme disease here. Happily, very little of both.

Comment from JuliaM
Time: January 3, 2009, 12:44 pm

Funnily enough, saw some in Tescos just this afternoon, in the freezer section. Packs of two, I think, for those dining, er,…alone. 🙂

I hadn’t noticed before they are now labelled ‘pork faggots’ (I’m sure they never used to be), but I suppose we are all becoming too nannified to look at the ingredients, so it has to be right up there in bold technicolour.

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