Tuesday, July 08, 2008

That's special!

Pottering around Sainsbury's yesterday lunchtime (the Camden one seems not to suffer from a) overt pikeyness, and b) the lack of stock that makes it look like Moscow circa 1979), I noticed the cup-a-soups and was immediately transported back to student life in the mid-Eighties.

Everyday when I came home I would have a cup-a-soup. Always Batchelor's (who else), and always the ones with the croutons in, which was quite a new invention back then. I would also dip salt 'n' vinegar crips in it and frankly, it was delicious. I was reed-thin back then, pre-glandular fever, size 30 waist, lying awake a night praying with all my might that I would put some weight on, so I could eat anything bad and it wouldn't make a jot of difference. Be careful what you wish for is all I can say about that.

Anyhoo, I've not touched a cup-a-soup in over 20 years as I soon went off it. If you have something every day it no longer becomes a treat and you get sick of it. I've done the same thing with so many foods, it's a wonder there's anything left I do eat. I used the like chicken and leek one too, with the old woman on the box.

This post was going to be things that remind me of being a student, but I got sidetracked at Cup-A-Soup. Still, there are worse sidings to be in.

Here's an old ad to enjoy:


Ishouldbeworking said...

I used to go through all sorts of mandibular gymnastics so that I could ensure the croutons remained at the bottom and could slip down with the last mouthful. It'd never be as good if I tried it now.

A Kitten in a Brandy Glass said...

I too lived on the things in my student days. Now they are like Proust's madeleine to me: I just have to smell a Cup-A-Soup and I can feel the essay deadline anxiety taking hold...

Andrew Collins said...

"Pikeyness"? What? People on low incomes go into supermarkets?