I have a problem with biscuits. It’s not that I don’t like them it’s to do with the amount I consume in a sitting which often leaves me feeling sick and not wanting any of that particular variety for some time. I have ODd on most biscuit types at some point in my life, the only one that is impossible to tire of is of course the McVitie’s chocolate digestive. It didn’t happen so much when I built my own gardens, the exercise burnt off excess, but these days the sedentary lifestyle as a designer means that there is a price to pay for gluttony.
But to celebrate the birth of the biscuit blog I recently bought a packet of Fox’s party rings. I haven’t eaten them since I was about six years old but remember the taste being slightly synthetic which is weird for someone weaned on Angel Delight, sherbet-filled flying saucers and Smash.
There are twenty biscuits in a packet of Fox’s Party Rings and I showed remarkable restraint by eating only eleven (and giving two away) before visiting the osteopath this morning for a prolapsed disc. On returning, two (unremarkable but synchronous) things came to mind: a) that the biscuits are somewhat similar in form to said prolapsed disc and b), how the form managed to creep into my subconscious and onto my drawing board this afternoon. Whether or not the biscuit inspired sketches will get further than the concept stage remains to be seen but I will remind the potentially unimpressed client to be grateful that I wasn’t eating gingerbread men.