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blamebrampton ([personal profile] blamebrampton) wrote2011-01-23 08:41 pm

In search of a really dumb answer, and further proof of dimness

Brit flisters, I need your help. There is a particular type of Fondant Fancy that I think comes in a pink or yellow packet and definitely has your traditional pink, yellow and brown-iced cakes, but they are diamonds not squares and they are especially awful/brilliant and I would know them to look at them in an instant, but cannot remember the name or where one buys them to save my life.

You can buy them at a two storey supermarket of a very common type right next to either Victoria or Green Park.

I was hit in the head with a taxi, and then bounced on said head across a major thoroughfare, I have a perfectly legitimate excuse for being this vague!

That said, I have no excuse for my appalling tardiness when it comes to birthdays. You would think I could make it through one month, but no.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY for today to [livejournal.com profile] joanwilder , [livejournal.com profile] sparemint  and [livejournal.com profile] vaginal_parfait , I hope it is absolutely spectacular for each of you!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEEK
 to [livejournal.com profile] banbury , [livejournal.com profile] lietothedevil  and [livejournal.com profile] unomesowell  for the 19th and to the lovely [livejournal.com profile] angelofcaffeine  and [livejournal.com profile] suonguyen  for the 17th, I hope that it has been filled with festivities, or at least pleasantly calm!

[identity profile] ecosopher.livejournal.com 2011-01-23 11:28 am (UTC)(link)
I think M calls them 'iced fancies'... he's from Yorkshire way, though, so I'm not sure if that's a regional thing.

And what?! Were you really hit in the head with a taxi? I ask, not because I doubt the plausibility of such a thing, but because nobody else seems to have mentioned it...

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2011-01-23 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yes. NEVER CYCLE IN SYDNEY!!!! What really upset me was that the bastard went around a car stopped at the red turning arrow before running said arrow. Prick.

Still, flawless excuse for the moments when my brain fails utterly!