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Twiglet Epiphany
One of the seldom times I've done acid I came across a bag of twiglets. Within 15 seconds I'd realised exactly how the recipe was discovered. It was blindingly clear...

During the liberation of the German POW camps at the end of the Second World War in the excitement to board the fleets of coaches waiting to take them home there were still some of our brave chaps left down in the tunnels digging for freedom. Years later the heroic tunnellers bodies were discovered. Upon closer examination forensic scientists discovered a multitude of tooth-picks collated in the bodies ears. These were obviously used to dig through the earth, being small and easily transported and in plentiful supply (even the SS could not deny British Officers their gin with olive cocktails upon an evening...) hence they made the 'perfect' implement to aid such a dig. After a lunchtime pint one said scientist felt rather peckish and took a, by now heavily congealed in earwax, toothpick and discovered it's marvellously sour but strangely spicy qualities. Hey fucking presto Twiglets.

I still get flashbacks when I have one now.
(Tue 20th Dec 2005, 15:24, More)