Michael Moorcock made a career out of writing the same story over and over again.
I’m jeera?
Well, it's a good rule for life, if not necessarily the environment.
They were class, to be fair. And for a while every pub in the country seemed to stock them. Now... where?
NOOOOO IT’S PICKLED ONION, YOU KNOBHEAD!
Walkers are utterly evil and a product of Satan's manky arse (because of their complete madness around packet colours). But, their pickled onion crisps make your mouth know you're alive.
Pffft. Dirty bacon flavour fries would like a word.
You mad bastard.
This is correct, righteous and holy. Blue is salt and vinegar.
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Dammit, beat me to it 😄🤜🏼