I interrupt this blog to thank the kind young lady at Labyrinth of Learnings, who bought me a nice soothing glass of sherry this morning.
She tells me that scoffing down a meal of fish and chips, the fat-saturated variety, is still a popular pastime where she lives. Of course, the poor dear lives in the bush, and you know what Bush people are like. They haven’t the slightest idea what to eat besides boiled lamb and damper.
Heavens, I don’t think they even have vegemite, it’s found only in those scattered outposts on the bullock run. The rest of the time they have to put up with marmite.
I say that Vegemite beats Marmite any day. Wouldn’t you agree?
To show my appreciation, I’m sending the kind thing a couple of jars of vegemite in case she suffers from boils, ulcers or bladder troubles. (I believe bladder problems are rife in the Outback – it’s so far to go to reach a toilet)