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Monday, 23 May 2011
New Gig Refusal
Just a quick post to say that I have reluctantly had to turn down a booking for the Autumn for the local Conservative Party. I would like to point out that this is due to the Thomas Lord Old Gits' official policy (see The Handbook, page23, paragraphs 23-27) to be completely apolitical and non-partisan. It's nothing to do with the fact that Cameron and his chums are a bunch of fudgepacking Europhile twats.
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Excuse me, Mr Flindt, but what does "Fudge packing" mean? My (conservative voting) daddy won't tell me.
ReplyDeleteWell, Tobias, thank you for your query. It's a slang term, referring to the days when nasty horrid criminals were sent to work in the sweet factory. The most horrid job of all was forcing the fudge back up into slippery pink tubes once these tubes had relaxed enough to allow access. That's why they are caleed fudgepackers.
ReplyDeleteFurther to Charlie's comments, I'd like to add that the fudgepackers were all equipped with an extendable tool for this job, one that varied in length from five to eight inches (12.5 to 20 cms), often depending on the weather. It came with its own lubrication system, or a supplemental lubrication - often in the form of a jelly - was sometimes used instead.
ReplyDeleteProf Leefter fails to mention that jobs at the sweet factory were allocated on a rota; the thieves were split into groups of three, and the last of each group was given the fudge-related job, and this allocation was done by the supervisor, who happened to be broad Irish. Hence his well-known cry: "There goes a t'ird burglar!"
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