There’s an unwritten rule at the station when it come to biscuits; you can’t start on the second layer of biscuits until the first layer has been eaten. After scoffing all the nice chocolate and fancy biscuits last training session we were left with a solitary digestive in the top tray.
Despite the box being passed around, no one would eat it because that meant the others got first pick of the fancy biscuits in the second layer. The atmosphere was tense …a sort of Russian roulette of biscuits. Who would capitulate first.
At this point 'Saint' Brian unselfishly fell on his own sword and ‘took one for the team’ by finishing that digestive. There’s a true man for you, the man that lays down his life (or in this case eats the last digestive biscuit) for his comrades. Brian a man who spits in the face of danger.
Suddenly the second layer was up for grabs! There was an instant riot, utter biscuit carnage, ….the scene was reminiscent of David Attenborough’s Nature's Great Events series when he presented those big fat grizzly bears feasting on the 'Alaskan salmon run'.
Oz was quickly in for a couple of chocolate biccies while Ian nailed three smiley faces in under a minute. John went undercover and dispatched a coconut macaroon, while Tom enjoyed a chocolate finger. Rid, Paul and myself battled over a handful of custard creams. The Sector Manager Pip looked on bemused, then went for the kill, a bourbon.
As quickly as it had begun the 'biscuit run' had finished.
Despite the box being passed around, no one would eat it because that meant the others got first pick of the fancy biscuits in the second layer. The atmosphere was tense …a sort of Russian roulette of biscuits. Who would capitulate first.
At this point 'Saint' Brian unselfishly fell on his own sword and ‘took one for the team’ by finishing that digestive. There’s a true man for you, the man that lays down his life (or in this case eats the last digestive biscuit) for his comrades. Brian a man who spits in the face of danger.
Suddenly the second layer was up for grabs! There was an instant riot, utter biscuit carnage, ….the scene was reminiscent of David Attenborough’s Nature's Great Events series when he presented those big fat grizzly bears feasting on the 'Alaskan salmon run'.
Oz was quickly in for a couple of chocolate biccies while Ian nailed three smiley faces in under a minute. John went undercover and dispatched a coconut macaroon, while Tom enjoyed a chocolate finger. Rid, Paul and myself battled over a handful of custard creams. The Sector Manager Pip looked on bemused, then went for the kill, a bourbon.
As quickly as it had begun the 'biscuit run' had finished.
The leftovers:
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