A bit parky

For the past six months or so I've been able to look forward to a sandwich lunch on the benches of Clerkenwell church park every two or three weekes with a couple of old friends. Unfortunately JC's work is now taking him away from the area, but hopefully OC will still want to keep our burgeoning tradition alive. Some have commented that it is a bit sad that we take it in turn to make sandwiches and sit around in the park like a bunch of old geezers putting the world to rights. What they don't know is that it gets even sadder than that as we also developed rituals around drinks and, most especially, crisps, whereby the person responsible for making the sandwiches would also have to brink three different drinks and three packs of crisps. Our dazzling intellects allowed us to quickly work out that the most fun to be had with crisps was to select three different "classes" of crisp: e.g. one pack pickled onion Monster Munch, one pack Walker's ready-salted, and one packet of organically-grown, Maldon-sea-salted vegetable chips. Hula Hoops tended to be the top choice with the posh crisps tending to lose out. As you can see from the picture, this week's choice - decided by a lucky dip - was between salt and vinegar Hula Hoops, Quavers and Doritos. JC got the Hula Hoops (but wanted the Doritos), I got the Doritos (but was secretly angling for the Quavers) and I'm not sure how OC felt about his pick.