The tool the pros use:
Walk with rhythm, and it will attract the worm.
ACAB means All Coppers Are Bonfires.
Ah… Morris Dancing!
Caber tossing, lollypop men/women, curry sauce on chips, knobbly knees competitions, glamorous grans, little kiddies burning effigies every year of that fella who tried 'sploding parliament… There is a lot of weirdness on these isles.
Never mind that all, I want to know about the biscuits.
Also, can someone pass me a slice of Battenberg, please?
I don’t care until you guys tell me your biscuits!
Fine!
Crumbgeon:
Jammie Dodgers (stale taste, almost inedible chewy centre)
King of the tin:
Digestive (a late convert to this but they’re so versatile).
Jam first, cream first? Scone or scone?
Yep, we all nutters. Loved your post.
- Ginger Nut
- Bourbon
- Garibaldi
- Chocolate Digestive
- Digestive
Controversial? Eh? Eh?
(only in England, mate)
Good call, Tamsin. Might need a whole new thread for this combustive topic.
It has some potential for sure! Nice to see a chocolate digestive on your list, I’m very partial to the dark chocolate ones myself.
Yeah, they’re really crap. The presentation is a lie, they only look tasty, actually they’re awful.
it has to be a dark one, to be fair
I went worming hunting with my dad once. You go at night and find them under things.
Walks onto pitch with barrel of water, dumps it… wins.
This competition does seem sort of “I drink your milkshake”… er, worm-shake ish. Vibration and sound travels a lot farther than each person’s allotted area, so the tympanist, shovel-whacker, clarinetist, pitch-fork tappers, and Morris dancers are all affecting each others’ worms.
Someone should study the worm-depth intersection of all these noises to find out what actually happens down there.
Do you find them under biscuits?
ETA: Sorry, mixed threads.
Isolation. Think Galapagos.
When we were kids we just soaked the lawn before bed and then went out very late at night with flashlights and gathered up nightcrawlers for morning time fishing.
This probably isn’t relavant but one of the first thing we dissected in high school biology was an earth worm. I still remember the poor thing’s five little hearts.