[Joanna Lytton-Vasey]

Re: Caption Contest #43

I think I've found the secret to Miss Shah's inspiration for her rambling postings, dear Sister Joanna. The answer is in the attached photo:

Oh, that poor child. It's tragic that the young and foolish can fall for such obvious fake news.

At the risk of straying off-topic (something which I abhor), does anyone actually buy commercially manufactured Scotch shortbread? I believe they make it with freshly rendered pig-fat!

[Isabella White]

Re: Caption Contest #43

Oh, that poor child. It's tragic that the young and foolish can fall for such obvious fake news.

At the risk of straying off-topic (something which I abhor), does anyone actually buy commercially manufactured Scotch shortbread? I believe they make it with freshly rendered pig-fat!

Oh, yes, dear Sister Joanna: poor, poor Miss Shah. I shall keep her in my prayers: that the devil will be cast out of her life, and that the Light of the shall shine through her, in time.

As for store-bought shortbread, good Heaven above. No, I would never buy such a thing. I've always used the same recipe that dear Queen Elizabeth uses. Here is a photo of tea time at the palace, and also a video of her chef sharing the recipe. One wonders if the pig fat in the commercially-baked items is what causes Miss Shah to go "off the rails"?

[MitzaLizalor]

Re: Caption Contest #43

I don't think they have actual elephants in the slums of Glasgow...

They probably think they do. Driving through some years ago having been requisitioned at Land's End to, “Isn't this where people go to John O'Groats from? Here's the keys: you're driving,” when all I'd thought was that by accompanying an older relative I'd get to sample an actual Devonshire tea (no such luck but we did get a bag of pasties) and yes, after driving all night the victuals ran out on the M8 in Glasgow. She woke up. “I'm hungry, turn off here,” so I did that selecting the first café we saw which is not a good idea in Glasgow especially not under motorway flyovers.

It was quite busy, the denizens opting for late breakfasts. There wasn't much conversation and very few of them (there were about a dozen altogether) seemed to be eating. Our fried haggis arrived with an egg and some black pudding and we set to KLUNKK the first denizen fell sideways off the form seating, bolted to the floor, and lay sideways still in a seated position. But on the floor. Our tea was brought by a flush-faced Scottish girl who stepped over the denizen as tho' he were a log. KLUNKK. The second denizen at another table KLUNKK a third denizen followed suit KLUNKK my relative took no notice and finished her haggis, “Come on, we can't sit around here all day, how far's John O'Groats?” About 300 miles – and I didn't get to discover if the red stuff was tomato!

I'm sure the denizens would question your judgement re elephants.