You lucky bastards.......
When I first moved to America my friend Jules and I ate and drank right through our two year traveling savings in one month! Ah yes, food-the great grounding cord. Interestingly, I once heard it said that when people emigrate the last thing they let go of above all else (even ritual & language) is food. Which I guess would explain all the Paki shops in England, but I digress....
I can attest to this piece of random trivia because even after 27 years just the thought of good crumbly Cheshire cheese and a pikelet makes me salivate. I recently discovered a shop on Maui that stocks
real Heinz baked beans (the staple diet of all British kids) and greedily grabbed six (yes six)
large cans as if bloody rationing had just ended! I even called Meesh to let her know I’d hit the mother load but simultaneously felt mildly concerned that the more people who knew about the stash, stocks may be drastically depleted. Lord knows that would be a scene, having gorged myself on can number six only to find the store shelf empty and only having spilled the beans (as it were) to ONE person!
Anyway, my Mum has always been gracious enough to ship my food parcels half way around the world like a conscientious Red Cross volunteer. She even was kind enough recently to ship said crumbly Cheshire cheese which unfortunately (though not surprisingly) arrived in my warm climate as a curdled unappetizing mass. As a treat she also includes a bicies.
So back to our lucky bastards at the beginning of my tale. Bad weather in UK (surprise) caused a ship to
hit a sandbank off the Blackpool coast in England and spill some of it’s cargo into the briny which washed ashore. People...this is not just any ordinary freight, this is the mother of all choccy bicies, the McVities digestive!
With thanks to the
Lancashire Evening Post for their pithy headline and report on the choccy horror show! Said one man in Leeds 'McVitie's Milk Chocolate Digestives now come with added salt'.
Honestly-there’s never a dull moment at Ho'okipa, I went out at dusk looking for shots like this......
.......but was instead rewarded mightily with this! The classic part was that Fido's owner was actually in the middle ‘green room’ along with the dog leash. So this poor pooch was getting an altogether new kind of toilet training! Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yea.
And talking of dogs.....
Finally, in the immortal words of Monty Python 'and now for something completely different' beach wedgies. Even in my pathetic attempt to curtail my own middle age by showing these young lovelies in a not so attractive light, youth wins. Pulling sandy knickers out of ones bum has never looked so good!
