HobNobs biscuits, Ernie would be proud

Al and I had both been sent to the conference (workshop if you’re Korean) in Seoul. We sat watching the BBC on our respective beds. We’d just come back from raiding the local Buy the way. In my bag was a box of HobNobs; a British made digestive biscuit. After polishing off the beer and chips, I then made inroads on the HobNobs.

I got myself a towel to put over my lap to catch the crumbs that were falling. That’s when I remembered Bert and Ernie from Seasame street. The trouble is, if this was Seasame street, that made me Ernie.