As Number 6 said: ‘What do you want?’ And as Number 2 replied:
‘Information.’
Okay, so that has got the tenuous link out of the way.
Seriously though, Information; there seems to be so much of it around these
days and I’m not just talking about Google and all those social networking
sites.
I was munching away at a packet of crisps last week and,
having a few lost moments as I often do, found myself rather compulsively
reading the blurb on the packet. I suppose you could call it a cereal moment, a
bit like a senior moment but a little more surreal. That moment when you realise that you are finding the
back of the cornflakes box really interesting and simultaneously also realise
that, for you, all is lost.
Anyway, back to my crisp packet.
I was pleased to find that my crisps were made from 100%
British potatoes and to be honest that would have been good enough for me. But
reading on I found out that they were also naturally lower in saturates
probably due to the sunseed oil (sunseed oil… Just what is that then?) that they
were probably cooked in. I say probably because nowhere did it say for definite
that they were cooked in this patented oil with a name that implies it’s made
from the seeds of the sun, but I think it a reasonable assumption.
Reading on, I have to admit to being a teensy bit interested
in the fact that my crisps had no artificial colours or preservatives, and the
implication that the ‘Delicious Seasonings’ used gave them the same great
delicious flavour. In this case the ‘delicious seasoning’ was salt. Of course, I
had no idea what my crisps would have tasted like before, but I expect it was
salt that gave them the old delicious flavour which was now the same albeit a
new delicious flavour called salt.
I read the marketing bit written by a chap who must have
been in the potato groove thang, or at the very least down with the potato kids
in the hood, because he used words like ‘spud’ and ‘top taters’. Apparently if
my crisps weren’t perfect then all I had to do was to return them (with the
bag) to Walkers (other crisp manufacturers are available). To help me do this,
should I wish to return them, there was a PO Box address, two free phone
numbers, a web site, and even a facebook page. Not that it mattered, my crisps
were fine.
The typical nutritional values were a bit dry for me, but I
glanced at them anyway. As usual salt was kept to a minimum and saturated fat
(we used to call it lard) almost non existent - all part of the government plot
that demands that we are all healthy. In fact, rather disappointingly, the crisps
contained nothing more that potatoes, sunflower oil and a tiny bit of salt – no
preservatives, colouring, drugs; not even a bit of horse. Mind you it did warn
me that the factory that made my crisps also handles: milk, wheat, gluten,
barley, soya, celery and mustard. But as I don’t have any allergies, don’t know
what MSG is, and am not vegetarian I didn’t really care.
I was advised to keep my crisps in a cool, dry place.
Luckily my hand wasn’t hot and it wasn’t raining. So that was all right then and I
didn’t plan on keeping them for long. My single pack of crisps contained 9% of
my calories, 1% of my sugar, 11.1% of my fat, 8% of my salt and a measly 4% of
my saturates; and there was I thinking crisps were bad for me. Bad for me? After
reading that lot my crisps seemed to be more like a health food than a sin
against the diet police.
My crisps were environmentally aware and working with the
Carbon Trust to ‘further reduce’ their carbon footprint. Oddly though, my
crisps produced 80g of carbon, almost three times the weight of the crisps in
the packet. Mind you, they were packaged in a protective atmosphere; which made
me wonder what they needed to be protected from.
Finally I noticed a picture of a hopping man dropping a
shuttle cock into a plastic laundry bin whilst trying to avoid toppling into it.
The image made me subliminally aware that I should dispose of my crisp packet
thoughtfully. So rather than drop it on the floor I folded it and placed it in my pocket.
And of course none of this affected my statutory rights.
Yes, I'm not a number I'm a free man.
Cue the opening music...
Kevin Parrott on FB
ReplyDeleteOK, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=om8Xwa3MhaU
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Andrew Height
DeleteTa Kevin.
Kevin Parrott
DeleteI am a number, or should I say I was a number.
783, my YP number. It was on all my visual requests, payslip etc.
7+8+3 adds up to 18. Lots of numbers connected with my life add up to 18.
Andrew Height
DeleteBetter than adding to zero Kevin.
Richard Shore on FB
ReplyDeleteI've never seen the prisoner. I really must.
Richard Shore
DeleteOh good, I've just followed that link.
Lorna Gleadell on FB
ReplyDeleteYes and you still had the packet in your pocket when we sat down to lunch !
Bernadette Doyle on FB
ReplyDeleteI nearly worked for McCains and they are passionate about their spuds.
Andrew Height
DeleteShot in Portmeirion Rik. Fantastic programme and the money funded Clough Ellis to finish the village. Fascinating story.
Simon Parker on FB
ReplyDeleteDon't tell, but I have the full series on DVD if you're interested.
And now that crisps have gone all healthy, I've turned to pork scratchings.
Andrew Height
ReplyDeleteI always had you down as a number 6 Simon. Watch out for Rover.