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Tuesday, 7 December 2010

Reasons why you should always have a wheelbarrow with you when you're especially hungry

I ate this flapjack today the size of a garden wall.

Here's a picture of a flapjack just in case you're from Uruguay/America/Japan/the Philippines/Scotland/the posh area a few streets away and speak a different language from me.




And here's a picture of a garden wall in case ditto.








I ate the flapjack on the bus home because I'd had no lunch and so after work, on the way to get the bus, I went into the health food shop (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! ha ha ha flippin' ha!) and just picked up the first thing I could see.

There was a very good reason why it was the first thing I could see.  Let me just remind you why that was.













In the shop, the assistant asked me if I wanted a bag for it.  'A bag?' I said.  'You have one that will take this?'  'Yeah, sure,' she said.  'We have a few here from the garden wall shop next door - they had spares.'  She held one up to show me.  'See?' she said.  'Who said that?' I asked, because she'd disappeared behind a sheet of plastic big enough to cover the Atlantic.  (I'm trying to think here of a situation in which that might be necessary.  I'll come back to it sometime.)

I declined the bag anyway because I knew it wouldn't be long before I was snaffling into that flapjack like an Egyptian shark snaffling a swi.... no, I won't say that.  That would be very tasteless of me.

Back to the flapjack, quick.

I hauled the flapjack out of the shop.  As it was, I was already carrying a rucksack, or you might call it a knapsack, but whatever you call it, I had a rucksack or a knapsack and now I had a snack called a flapjack, which is a lot of acks to carry when you're only 5 feet 2 inches tall and it's been a tough day at work.

It took some doing, lugging all the acks to the bus stop, but I got there.  (I did see several people looking at me strangely, but then, you would if you saw someone apparently dragging their garden wall to the bus station.  One couple stared at me particularly curiously and I so wanted to say, 'The dog died last week.  Got to take SOMETHING for a walk.'  But one holds back, one holds back.)

Getting the flapjack on the bus was the next hurdle.  'Do I need a ticket for this?' I asked the driver.  'I realise it's as big as three dogs, a wheelchair and a buggy for triplets put together.'  'Is it under 5?' he said.  'Yeah, only bought it three minutes ago,' I said, so he let me off.

It did need a seat of its own though.  In that way, flapjacks are just like duvets on buses.

Once I and all the acks had settled down, I could at last get round to thinking about eating the flapjack.  Have you ever tried to eat your own body weight in oats?  Especially when it's sitting next to you on the bus?

I don't know what everyone else on the bus was thinking as I nibbled away on my garden wall.  It was tough going, because handling a flapjack that size is like trying to turn a king-sized mattress on your own, which is why most of us only do that every 23 years.  But when you're hungry, you're hungry, just as that shark .... No, I'm not going to go there.  That wouldn't be nice.

The bus journey took 20 minutes.  At 19 minutes, the garden wall was only half-eaten, so I had to wrap the damn thing up again (anyone who's taken one look at their newborn, thought 'ugh, let's put that back' and tried to reposition it in the womb will understand how difficult it was for me to wiggle that garden walljack back into its packet and then put it back in my rucksack or knapsack quack quack who brought that duck in here?)

When I got home, I found this in the bottom of the rucksack knapsack.













Shame.  But then I looked at the packet, emptied of its contents, just to check the number of calories there was in the garden walljack.

It seems that, even without the bits that were now in my rucksack knapsack, I had eaten the equivalent of a nine-course lunch with wine and chocolates in calories followed by a piece of chocolate fudge cake followed by a three-cone rum and raisin icecream.

As I said, health food shop (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! ha ha ha ha ha flippin' ha!).

But, to be honest, who gives a stuff about calories?  Not me.  (Or sharks.)  So, I'll be back for some more flapjack snack for my rucksack knapsack.

And that's a fack.

27 comments:

  1. You didn't need a bag for your flapjack. It could have gone straight into your flapsack.

    Anna May x

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  2. I dunno, I might go next time straight for the "nine-course lunch with wine and chocolates in calories followed by a piece of chocolate fudge cake followed by a three-cone rum and raisin ice cream" . . . though maybe that's a wee bit hard to get into a rucksack/knapsack/backpack ack ack.

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  3. UGH! It doesn't even look tasty. It looks heavy, dry, and oaty. Here in the colonies a flapjack is another word for a pancake.

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  4. A pancake???

    Dear me. How did the colonies manage that leap of meaning?

    Mind you, what we Scots call a pancake isn't one of those big floppy things that the English term thus, but a wee bouncy thing that you cook on a griddle. Ah, language, what a joy and a snare.

    Didn't have time for lunch, Fran? You should try working only part-days. I recommend it.

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  5. Sorry. Unless it contains chocolate that's not even real food.

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  6. Customer announcement - PRODUCT RECALL.
    It has come to our attention (via our CCTV) that a customer was recently sold (by our new assistant - off to Specsavers for her) a polystyrene tile, which had been left on the counter by the electrician repairing the ceiling light, instead of one of our giant flapjacks. Obviously the customer will not have attempted to eat this (no sane person would..), so if she returns it we will of course provide a full refund and a years supply of our giant flapjacks (delivered to her door by a low-loader). The management.

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  7. How long have Walls been making flapjacks?

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  8. I'd like to inform all the doubters that flapjacks are in fact big, oaty, chewy blocks of heaven. Don't knock them until you try them, people.

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  9. I've noticed myself that all that stuff is getting bigger. Flapjacks, kingsize chocolate bars, triple decker sandwiches. So you end up having to shell out 5 euros for a box of two chocolates because you only wanted a morsel, not a lump. Down with lumps.

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  10. I'm convulsing with laughter here. Seriously, that was hilarious! I totally should have read this yesterday when I needed a good laugh, but you know, it's just as well - shaking with giggle fits through a staff meeting isn't wise when you are swimming with sharks. (Didya see what I just did there?) - G

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  11. Thanks for the giggle, Fran. Not shivering, but giggling. I'm going back to shivering again in a minute. I'm sure I saw an eco-friendly house on Grand Designs built of ack ack material. I'll go buy some and construct an igloo.

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  12. Hahahaha! Oh, I LOVE flapjacks! Especially ones that look like the garden wall - my favourite.

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  13. All those oats will have lowered your cholesterol most satisfactorily . So it must be time now for a bacon butty .

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  14. Anna May - I think I will get a flapsack as you suggest, just to put my garden wall snacks in.

    Raining Acorns - the other problem is, though, when someone asks you what you ate today, flapjack takes a lot less time to say.

    Nana - I noticed this when I put 'flapjack' into Google Images and found lots of pancake pictures. I'm right about what a flapjack is, though, and you're wrong. Hope that's understood.

    Isabelle - at least I am working hard enough to deserve a nice big flapjack ...

    Steve - I'm telling you, when you've eaten a garden walljack, it feels like real food.

    Vintage - that was a great comment! Loved it.

    Martin - ha ha, very good. (Again.)

    Japanese Student - that's my girl. I taught you well.

    Mise - you're right. It's all getting bigger. Garden walls look small these days, by comparison.

    Georgina - I hope you didn't get eaten.

    Chrstine - Take plenty of flapjack into your igloo. Life won't seem half so bad.

    Talli - I'm now looking to progress in my flapjack eating and am looking for a Great Wall of Chinajack.

    SmitandSon - They have lowered my cholesterol, and my chances of ever wearing a certain pair of jeans again.

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  15. Flapjacks are the most devious of foods. They always masquerade as 'healthfood' but contain more calories than a heart attack burger. If they were a prime minister, they would be Tony Blair (ooh the contraversy!)

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  16. Brilliant! Started laughing at line two, and didn't stop all the way through.
    Still grinning like a sh**k!

    Thanks for visiting my blog post today, and for your kindly comment.

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  17. Annie - Ooh, politico! You're right - flapjacks do 'masquerade' as healthy. Like some breakfast cereals, may I add, that are meant to be healthy ...

    Leigh - thank you! Love your asterisky shark.

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  18. It does look heavy and oaty, but I like heavy oaty things, so I'd eat it. But then it's December. I'd eat the wall at this point.

    And it looks, also, suspiciously like a Rice Krispies treat.

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  19. "Got Milk?" How could you swallow that without a drink? Funny post, thanks for the smile.

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  20. Fran, thanks for the laughs, 'is it under five?' - genius.

    Health food? Have you seen Gillian whatsername on Celeb Jungle, I'll be sticking to Big Macs from now on.

    Loved your flapjacksnackrucksack, reminds me of Dr. Seuss.

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  21. Brilliant!

    I really do have to get my hands on a flapjack. Although you handily included a photo, I'm not sure exactly what it is. Is it a kind of slice, or cake? It seems like an anzac biscuit (which aren't here) but in the form of a slice.

    In the name of research I shall have to eat some. Tough job.

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  22. when I leave the health food shop at 3pm carrying (beetroot) chips I will be thinking of your flapjack xx

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  23. We used to get flapjacks, or should I say "flapjacks" at school dinners. They were regarded as pudding but made out of reinforced concrete, not the soft, syrupy confections of these days. That was in the 50s, when suffering was part of being a child. If you tried to chop a bit off with your spoon, the flapjack flew sideways and was likely to take out your friend's eye, but we weren't allowed to pick them up with our fingers and suck, which would have been the only practical way of getting some nourishment from them.

    Now that WAS a low-calorie snack.

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  24. As English Rider said, I'd need a drink with that. Something hot. Tea would be perfect. There's no way the brick dust could be swallowed otherwise.

    Great post :)

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  25. June - yes, it's funny isn't it how in December we'll eat great heaps of stuff we wouldn't look at in the summer? But, for me, flapjack is an all-year-round food, I have to say.

    English Rider - milk does go well with flapjacks, you're right. But no way was I going to wait until I'd got home. Desperation.

    Brigid - I've heard about Dr Gillian whatsername on Celebrity, yes, but I don't watch it. Strangely, even though I am happy to chew on garden wall, watching other people eat strange things turns my stomach.

    Mid 30s - you put butter, sugar and syrup in a pan, then add porridge oats. Bake. Or, if you're like me, eat mixture from pan, then make more, then bake.

    Inner Pickle - Beetroot chips?!! Beetroot chips?!! You call that FOOD?

    Isabelle - we used to get that rice krispie cake at school and we'd stab it really hard with a fork to see how far bits of it would fly across the dining room. It was a fun game. The teachers didn't seem to think so.

    Kit - yes, tea and flapjack - great combination. One of life's big pleasures.

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  26. HAHAHAHAHA You must be brilliant, because I hardly ever laugh in capitals.
    Flapjack sounds like an invective (I looked that up, never heard of an invective, but 'term of abuse' just was too long to use here I thought) to me. But kind of a cuddly one. Like nincompoop. 'Gawd you're a flapjack!'
    It doesn't look particularly tasty, but looks can be deceiving of course.
    ;-)

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  27. Carolina - it doesn't LOOK tasty? Blimey, I only have to see one of these from a distance and there's drool running down my chin. (Nice image, huh?)

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