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Proust had his madeleine. I had my blancmange.
Browsing online lately, I came across an infant joke-collection I had once owned as a child. Called The Pink and Wobbly Joke-Book, and sporting a cartoon image of a large strawberry blancmange with eyes and grinning mouth on the cover, every last joke within related invariably to the twin concepts of pinkness and/or wobbliness. Most were complete rubbish, along the lines of “What flies and wobbles? A jellycopter!!!”, (more…)
