Oh, for shame, this thread of utter temptation. Wouldn’t you know that the grocery near my husband’s work started carrying McVittie’s Hobnobs with the choco on top. (This may not be news to you UKDopers, but we’re in New Jersey here!)
He brought one package home, unaware of the delights within. I, however, had spent the better part of a year studying in the North of England and had long been whittling away for another delectable bite. Oh, it was a beautiful time. For a couple of months, we were McVittie’s consumers par excellence. I had a little aisle of Hobnobs in our snacks cabinet, mine all mine.
Of course, it had to end. Without any warning, the previously diverse and wonderful “English goods” aisle at said grocers vanished. Gone. Down to the very last Hobnob. sobs
Have just heard I am being shipped off to the US with work - what in the name of all that is holy in Hob Nob land am I going to do now. At least in Norway me mam can ship over sneaky supplies.
Lordy. That last one, I marked didn’t even bother to plagarise from the internet. Seems he couldn’t improve on my lecture notes.
ems, you will have to take an extra suitcase with you. And one of my best ever students was from Bergen. Better English than most of the native speakers, did all her own work <grumble, gripe, etc>
Oh and Penguin “Chukka”. Don’t bother. Like some sort of dry pet food mix.
well, I’m back and I’m traumatised, as usual, after the supermarket non-sweep. Gawd I hate shopping - of any kind - including clothes shopping - but HMV is the one exception lol. I Did venture along the biscuit section after all - almost empty except for choc chip cookies (ugh) and digestives galore (manky cardboard). I had pensioners blocking the aisles as they stood there in their pensioner’s groups idly chatting away about Lil’s daughter, the infamous buggy brigade who always manage to clear a path via your bruised heels (I hate buggies too, actually no, just the aggressive “drivers”.) Why can’t they have special shopping sessions for the single people who just want to get in and out unscathed and asap?
Curly chick - I remember when Wagon Wheels were so big and chocolatey - almost the size of our little faces they were! Imagine making the decision to put JAM in them! Gotta be some young thing’s idea who doesn’t share our fond memories. Dear oh dear, what are we to do? :rolleyes:
Sincere sympathy to Sir Doris and Angua - working with no biscuits - arrgghhh…
Conversely, the spouse complained that several of her last class of students failed to include a bibliography of any sort on their final assignment despite the fact that the assignment sheet she had given them had in fact included four sources (neatly presented in proper bibliographic format) that they could have copied into their papers for at least minimum points (more sources would have been better, but no bibliography at all meant no points for that portion of the grade). Stupid, stupid, stupid…
I have no biscuit-related comments to add at this point.
On the subject of incompetant students, my tutee came to find me today to ask for an extra tutorial tomorrow, for which I would not get paid. Do I look like I have loads of time on my hands? And he wasn’t even polite about it!
Onb the biscuit front, in the interests of science, after a long hiatus, I tried a Mint Club today. The shock, the horror. There was only a thin layer of chocolate on it! I am now traumatised by it.
“If you like a lot of chocolate on your biscuit join our Club” my arse. Lot of chocolate? Hardly any chocolate.
So, let me get this straight, the plagarist had been plagarised? Wow.