I didn't mention the J word (although I did mention the big G). It's all about Alban Arthan for me anyway.
Part of it's ancient appeal is that it was preserved fruit, a delicacy, to be consumed when fresh fruit and even milk was scarce in the depths of winter. If you're choosing an MP when the apples are still on the trees, I say you're doing it all wrong!
Damn straight. Without mincer straight-edgedom (not one bite before Advent night!), I'd be an even fatter bastard than I already am. Let seasonality substitute for self-control, I say...
I didn't mention the J word (although I did mention the big G). It's all about Alban Arthan for me anyway.
Part of it's ancient appeal is that it was preserved fruit, a delicacy, to be consumed when fresh fruit and even milk was scarce in the depths of winter. If you're choosing an MP when the apples are still on the trees, I say you're doing it all wrong!