English fudge, perchance? Perhaps we should all meet up in an area of desolation (Rutland?) and have a big scuff. I'll take the wally who's leading the protests at Westminster.
I used to stay near the McVities factory in Manchester. Nice aroma for a couple of days then not so nice after.
In truth, I'm actually quite happy with an OUT vote. Watching the pro-union parties rip themselves apart while we forge ahead with Scottish independence is ****ing brilliant! 10 years from now England & Wales (if they're still together) will be like some mad, dystopian hell hole full of overweight, shaven-headed, heavily-tattooed Neanderthal-types and Jonno Acworth will be Prime Minister.
What you gonna buy em with Ponders, now the pound has parity with the Syrian Dinar? You'll be lucky to afford a packet of broken Fox's Malted Milk from the bargain isle.
It would be superb if Scotland were to go it alone, but it will never happen. I wish that weren't the case, as Scotland should be an independent country with the chance to **** itself up, yet the people will not follow Sturgeon into a failing EU. Perhaps independence would be more attractive if Scotland planned to become a Swiss-style nation.
Having once worked at Mr Kipling's in Eastleigh, I would warn against putting any of that horrible **** in your mouth. So much monosodium glutenate their fondant fancies glow in the dark.
Bargain Isle? I'm not buying Irish biscuits. I've got a few quid spread out, so I'm pretty confident I'll be able to procure a packet of biscotti from time to time.
There will be a deal of some sort, there always is. But it'll be a worse deal than the one we already had, and while it's being negotiated there will be a period of uncertainty, a deepening recession, and a lot of anger and recrimination. The irony is, we were always half in and half out of Europe. Our partners knew that and tolerated it, more or less. Now there'll be a lot less tolerance.
