Look, I know I’m old.
I also know I have been living away from England for the past 20 years.
However, when I was back in Nottingham a few weeks ago, I was utterly shocked when I saw this.
For my international ‘friends’, my shock isn’t because the UK has a crisp brand called ‘Snaps’.
Or that they have a shit dragon on the front of the pack.
It’s not even that they’re ‘spicy tomato flavoured’.
No, it’s because they cost 39 pence.
THIRTY NINE PENCE!!!
Now I know to some of you, 39p is hardly the end of the World – and I suppose in the big scheme of things, it isn’t – however I remember when Snaps were the ‘cheap crisps’, where a packet of Spicy Tomato or Tasty Cheese would set you back a whole 7p … which was a good 3 pence cheaper than a packet of Walker’s Cheese and Onion, so to see them now at 39 pence is a massive shock to the system.
Yes, I appreciate the price I’m remembering is over 30 years ago, but a 557% price increase is insane, especially when their other ‘cheap crisp’ competitor – Space Invaders – is still, as it always was, only 10 pence.
Actually, the fact it has maintained it’s price over 30 years is an even scarier fact now I come to think of it.
Anyway, while it’s always wonderful to have a rendezvous with a treasured part of your history [yes, I did really say a once cheap crisp brand was a treasured part of my past, deal with it!] nothing reminds you how old you’re becoming than a dose of price nostalgia.
Yes, I know it’s pathetic that I’m moaning like a bastard about a packet of crisps costing 39 pence … especially when I think nothing about spending 100 quid on a robot ball.
That I’ve only used once.
ONCE.
But [1] that’s the sort of screwed up individual I am and [2] that’s the sort of pointless rubbish I write on this blog.
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PS: Talking of crisps, when I was in the UK, I got a delivery – via a courier – of a family pack of pickled onion flavoured Monster Munch.
My absolute favourite.
And do you know who sent them to me?
The very lovely – and a bit suspect – John Dodds.
I know … and I’m not even an impressionable, hot 21 year old babe!
He claims it was a [very] late birthday present … personally, I don’t care why he sent them … the fact is they’re the ultimate. Yes, even better than Spicy Tomato Snaps or Walkers Cheese and Onion.
Sadly I couldn’t eat them at the time, but the good news [for me] is that they’re so full of chemicals and e-numbers, they’ll still taste fresh when I’m next in the UK.
That is if my Mum doesn’t throw them out thinking – quite rightly – they’re a weapon of intestine destruction.