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I suspect the name had to be changed from Salmon and Shrimp because the amount of actual shrimp in the paste was almost non-existent. I couldn't taste any shrimp and found all the flavours pretty bland and unappetizing to be frank. I believe regulations came in to stop this kind of misrepresentation, at least in the UK, in the same way that crab sticks had to be renamed ocean sticks, and veal and ham pie was changed to gala pie.
I expect some people will call it 'woke' and another irritation of modern life that companies had to start being more honest about the contents of the food they produced, to protect the consumer, but you can't please everyone.
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One of Agatha Christie's Poirot novels hinged on the fact that all fish pastes taste the same lol. So it's definitely not a new thing
Not really an irritation but more of a head scratcher. Panhandlers who stand on the median strip of the highway begging for money. I guess they think that when the cars stop at the light they have a captive audience. I don't think I have ever seen anyone in a car giving them money. Seems like a lot of work for such little results.
c.d.
Never seen this in the UK. It seems very dangerous.
Not really an irritation but more of a head scratcher. Panhandlers who stand on the median strip of the highway begging for money. I guess they think that when the cars stop at the light they have a captive audience. I don't think I have ever seen anyone in a car giving them money. Seems like a lot of work for such little results.
Joggers who jog in place on the corner while they are waiting for a walk sign or traffic. Yeah, I know they want to keep their heart rate up but it always looks so damn affected. "Hey, look at me. I'm jogging" Yeah, **** you. I got your jogging right here.
I suspect the name had to be changed from Salmon and Shrimp because the amount of actual shrimp in the paste was almost non-existent. I couldn't taste any shrimp and found all the flavours pretty bland and unappetizing to be frank. I believe regulations came in to stop this kind of misrepresentation, at least in the UK, in the same way that crab sticks had to be renamed ocean sticks, and veal and ham pie was changed to gala pie.
I expect some people will call it 'woke' and another irritation of modern life that companies had to start being more honest about the contents of the food they produced, to protect the consumer, but you can't please everyone.
As a child, we used to have sandwiches spread with salmon and shrimp paste - Shiphams I believe it was. I haven't touched the stuff in years, as I prefer my fish as close to natural as possible these days, but a friend in Spain asked me to bring back some salmon and shrimp paste for her.
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I think this thought occurred to them after my attempted escape from Belle Vue Zoo. I had been taken, aged 3, as a special treat. I was appalled by the condition of the elephants, chained at the foot, and stamping in ennui in their own pungent detritus. But worse was the lion's cage. It was barely big enough to let the lion turn around for a six foot march before turning again. I screamed "what has he done wrong?" and ran off. My escape was terminated by the large and heavy door with its ornate gilded handle: too high for me to reach.
And shortly afterwards I was told I had a present. I liked presents. I had had one once: a large tipping truck made of red and yellow plastic. It had mysteriously disappeared a day after I was given it. Maybe this present would be less ephemeral. It was laid on my bed, long and resplendent in blue leather. No one needed to say anything: I realised what the intention was and began to chant "I am not a lion". I kept that up for quite a while I recall. The present was never seen or mentioned again.
They were called "reins" in my youth. Not a bad idea, actually, for active toddlers exploring their world, when you consider the alternative - smacking a tiny child for stepping off the kerb, because they are too young to be reasoned with, but quick enough to let go of mummy's hand.
I don't remember needing reins because my Mum used to say I was "good as gold". But my baby brother, who went on to become a doctor of physics, needed reins outdoors [I still have a photo] because he was into everything and Mum didn't have eyes in the back of her head. He was always trying to see how things worked, like turning on the gas on the cooker. It's a miracle he survived childhood.
Saw a young mother pushing a baby carriage. She had her daughter with her who looked to be around 4 or 5. The little girl was wearing a backpack and the mother had attached a leash to it. I have also seen instances where the leash is actually attached to the child. Not sure how I feel about this. Yes, you want to be protective of your child but still....
c.d.
This is normal. I had a lead when I was a kid. They're common here.
It's handy if you need to tie it to a lamppost while you pop into your local for a quick pint though!
It reminds me of the Billy Connolly routine when he’s talking about the wind up in the Highlands. Mothers tying their kids to a lamppost as they float around in midair while she goes into the shop. Then he has them calling down “get sweeties Mammy.”
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