Just when I thought I had a firm grasp of how the world operates, suddenly I have no idea what a Mars Bar is anymore. gibbergibber*
Simple: In England, it’s a Mars Bar. Same in Scotland, unless you’re Lalland, in which case it’s a dooney haggis, or in the Hebrides (windward (leeward)), in which case it’s a haggis winch. In Wales, it’s a four-and-six not out, or a five-and-ten bluepeter, which comes to the same thing (it’s called that because Skelton (Helen (Eastern)) is red). In Ireland, a ‘Mars Bar’ is something the police used to use… best to leave it alone, innit?
Across the Atlantic (anticlockwise only) the ground rule double is in effect in Milwaukee and the president pro tem is standing (not running) in Kansas City, MO. Neither of those things are relevant, just thought I’d bring them up. In any case, we have at least a half-dozen different things we refer to as ‘Snickers’; while most of them are food, asking the wrong barber for one in Kankakee will end with a very memorable evening, largely because I can’t imagine how you’d fit one of those down your Kankakee, you horrible person. The thing most similar to a ‘Mars Bar’ is actually no longer in production, as the breading gummed up the works and the rats got into the whole mess. How they survived the herring-mashers is beyond me, but there it is.
See? Perfectly simple. Next on BBC One, we learn to apply the Poisson bracket to a symplectic manifold that conveniently describes your mother.
Ah, I see. Thanks for clearing that up, Derleth.
Wow that’s nuts.
You know… sometimes you feel like a nut.