Confessions

I begin the new year with a confession. I want to make a clean breast of it. Hang the consequences. I know you may never speak to me again.

I am a recovering (?) marmite addict.

There you all know. The Cornish Pixie shamed me into it. If she had the courage to confess to addiction to haribos how could I continue to keep secret my lifelong struggle with the extract of yeast.

I used to be a two slices of toast and marmite a day man but now it is probably only two slices a week with the odd sneak into the kitchen cupbaord, a quick unscrew of the jar lid and the aroma fixes me for another day or so.

There are websites dedicated to the stuff [eg http://www.marmite.co.uk/love/] . Scientific studies have been undertaken as to how many slices of toast can be covered by one standard jar.
There is no end to its usefulness. Does Yankee Doodle Dandy really use it as a base for one of her famed beauty concotions? Does Big Al really use it as axle grease?

I do know that Random Shizzle's parents serve it as a delicacy to the villagers of Trapiah whenever they can get hold of the stuff.

And it is one thing the ex cons down under cannot beat us with as they make do with that ghastly substitute vegemite.

Come to think of it if Freddie and co had been taking their two slices a day of marmite on toast we would still hold the Ashes!