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[[File:Sweeties 2.jpg|150px|thumb|left|Thought I was joking about the squid-coated peas, did you?]] | [[File:Sweeties 2.jpg|150px|thumb|left|Thought I was joking about the squid-coated peas, did you?]] | ||
However (literally) tasteless, these treats lure a man, like sirens did Odysseus, as {{sex|he}} | However (literally) tasteless, these treats lure a man, like sirens did Odysseus, as {{sex|he}}<ref>The man, obviously, not Odysseus, though the idea of Odysseus struggling to get to the printer, lashing himself to the mast of his boat as {{sex|he}} floats by the five-week-old dregs of a box of authentic Anatolian Turkish delight, is appealing). </ref> | ||
makes his way from his desk to the printer. | |||
Remorse, regret and guilt is assured. I don’t know how many squid-coated dried green peas I’ve had, but it’s a lot, and I have not enjoyed a single one of them. | |||
There is a priority to these votive offerings. Cambodian crystallised chili tamarind will linger on the counter untouched for weeks while the Marks & Spencer chocolate afghans will be gone in a flash. And it is a curious truth that however many bags of sea-weed flavoured lychees make their way back from the gift counter at the Narita international terminal, no-one ever brings [[salted fish]] back from holiday in Portugal. | |||
Or mince, or [[celery]]. | |||
Then again, there’s plenty of that stuff lying around the legal department anyway. | Then again, there’s plenty of that stuff lying around the legal department anyway. | ||
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