Clearly, I’m approaching my sell-by date. I am old enough to recall those little glass pots of meat paste, and I honestly did enjoy levering up the little tongue of metal that released the metal seal around the top, before levering off the lid to expose the full glory of the meat paste waiting to be spread on my sarnies.
Not so, Harry Pearson. To him, the glories and subtleties of meat paste remind him of the stuff ‘made from the bits dog food manufacturers reject because it is "a tad too stinky"’.
What a fool. Clearly he is a young whippersnapper, unable to appreciate what we went through in our youth.
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