During this week’s recording of setisoppO, we learned that it’s Oatmeal Month. I have no idea what this actually means, other than it has put this ear worm in my head.
Of course, there was a time when we were flogged porridge as a way of nuclear radiating our kids.
Or as a way to go for an ice cold swim with your balls out and not have to worry about shrinkage.
I suppose it’s vaguely better than listening to Charlie Higson offer some veiled threats about death to a childhood icon.
And I’m willing to bet that no-one has ever sniffed a bowl of porridge lovingly like this, nor that anyone has ever used a spoon like this.
And because it’s the obvious way to finish this blog.
