Fisherman’s Friend – anyone?
Written by Prim on 08/11/2024
Looking for a filler while we wait for the next episode of the Dog Diaries, I found this wee ditty entitled Fisherman’s Friends.
We’ll get back to that in a minute, because right now, I’ve also discovered a subscription gizmo for this site, which allows to create membership at various levels, i.e. FREE and paid.
This Fisherman’s Friend piece is FREE… By joining as a FREE member you get access to all FREE content (as in writings and podcasts, like this Fisherman’s Friend and Dog Diaries etc)
Meantime, grrr, what we need now is more FREE but in BOLD… for that bluer than white look
Paid subscription will operate on various levels from one-off deals to time-limited access depending on the content. Such deals I haven’t yet worked out, but they’ll be available, meantime, grrr Pt2, we have FREE stuff, like this Fisherman’s Friends and Dog Diaries etc (have I mentioned that!?)
Content will, and simultaneously continued to be uploaded on Substack for FREE as well as for paid subscribers – existing paid subscribers on Substack will automatically be allowed access here, soon as you have joined for FREE – right, hope that’s clear as mud!?
So, after all that, here’s this; a Fisherman’s Friend teaser, with both text and added bits with tuneage on the podcast – all available by simply joining us… join us, you know you want to… you’re my wife now…
‘Fade to Grey’
‘Fishermen’s Friend’
… meanwhile, grrr, in the, ‘I got miffed news’, I wanted to visit the Fisherman’s Friend factory this week and spread forth to the world the good news of their wondrous product. But, by the gnarly knocks of fate this plan fell foul to logistical wranglings, and lo my mission proved forlorn. Take the f out of that for your own sake. And waylaid so much was I, to the point of not getting started, it didn’t even get off the ground. But when I say the factory, as in the Fishermen’s Friend factory, I mean The, given this facility is the one and only. The Fisherman’s Friends factory is located in Fleetwood and its arbitrary bent is to supply the whole wide world with wee pills of intrigue.
Tune interlude…
The rest and the whole podcast is hopefully below this line…
Above is the whole podcast, below remaining text
Instead, it rained a lot, I was flooded with work. I walked the dog a lot, in the dark, through freezing puddles in my 4×4 off-grid flip flops, and as my toes thawed through the week, it, the week, was quickly devoured by history and by the time it dawned that I’ll never know what happens inside the FF factory, I never knew what happened inside the FF factory. And there shall linger that indescribable taste, which no-one knows what it is, as it all fades to grey…
Now, I like them, many don’t, they’re a Marmite thing. I mean really, what is that taste, and why are they called Fishermen’s Friends, and is it Fisherman or men? So many questions. So many fish. Even the multi flavoured options have a weird taste with their attempted hint of added normal, in say the blackcurrant or orange range, but even then, it’s hard to disguise their natural abnormal taste, note, not abominable, and which and again, if it were so natural and normal, what is it, what is that taste? No-one knows, not one person so far in its history, which dates to about 18 O’ Chocolate, and BTW there’s definitely no chocolate action going on… 1865 is its exact start, and since then, there has never been any reference to associate a similar natural taste, say, liquorice, vinegar, star aniseed or the humble cyanide.
Fade to grey…
They stock them all over the world. In the supermarket I used to frequent in Phuket, there they sat right there at the checkout, bold as brass, snug betwixt the Wriggley spearmint gum and spangles. Why, who buys them, how did the Thais get into them!? In fact, their weirdness quite suits them. They all come from this solitary factory in Fleetwood, the sweets, not the Thais, a place so grim and deranged its inhabitants makes that Star Wars bar seem normal, with a hint of the abominable – no offence, please don’t write in.
Cops’ siren…
Why do people like them, I like them, we’re back to the sweets, are they even sweets? They taste awful. What is that tase. Yet so awful, they’re good. A Dick Emery thing maybe. ‘Ere, you are awful, but I do like you’. Citrus Wagons man says they’re medicinal and warm the fishermen on a cold salty night. Sort of work through the body like a medicinal brandy. You know, to save you carrying a St. Bernard around your neck out there on that choppy North Sea. They taste terrible, even mimicked as blackcurrant. Rob down the pub said old gay men took them to loosen the sphincter. ‘What, like a depositary, I ask?’, no they just swallow them, it relaxes the body apparently… and so on that bombshell I’ll let you in on the 2-second piece of research I actually did for this being; it has been a single family run business all these 158 years – that’s one family handed down generation to generation. There are 20 flavours, and I can confirm not one is chocolate. And other exciting things to occur in 1865 was the end of the American Civil War – the hymn Onwards Christian Soldiers was first sung… probably by the Salvation Army, which also opened this year – and it was the opening of the Crossness pumping station in London… no doubt attended by a few fishermen’s friends – time has faded into the ether and I suppose we’ll never know much more, other than these sweets not sweets taste weird.
TUNE: Wica Pase Springs Eternal and Stress ft Georgia Maq and Prod Fish Narc
Shall we go to World News… updated on podcast only (*Nb it’s two-year-old news and highly irrelevant, but good to look back on)
The Hollywood strike is over…
In the UK the Tories held their yearly…
From the Silly name Factory…
In shorts; Thailand have…
Till next weak – spelling correct.
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TUNE: Ibibio Sound Machine – The Talking Fish
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