Bowing to substantial public pressure....
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The Wok in Wales story.
(I think we need some graemlins here to build the hype up a bit more... but I can't have more than 8 :sulk: )
Actually it's one of those tales that sounds great, gets your hopes up, and then is really not that interesting after all. Sorry about that, but you did ask <eg>
Once upon a time, we went on holiday to Anglesey, which to those not in the know is an island off the coast of Wales. Although it isn't the back of all beyond, it is close (I'm not knocking the place... it's lovely).
Anyway, for reasons I forget, one of the things we had to do whilst we were on holiday was buy a wok. Not just any wok mind you, but a
good wok. (What can I say, my friends are culinary snobs). Now Anglesey is not the best place for cooking utensil shopping, or any sort of shopping really, on account of there not being that many shops... (although if you like sheep it's a whole different ball game...
). So it was a bit of a hopeless quest, but dedicated and determined that we were, everytime we went to a new centre of civilization we would seek out shops likely to sell woks, so it became a bit of a theme to our holiday...
Now I know what you're thinking, what on earth has this got to do with Helga...? Patience, dear children, patience...
At the same time, I had had a rather nasty run in with a hairdresser, which had resulted in me having what could be termed a pudding-bowl hair cut. But since our holiday had developed a wok theme... I became a wok-head instead, and 'Helga Wok-head' scans better than 'Top-Secret!-Helga's-real-name-which-actually-isn't-that-much-different-to-Helga-anyway Wok-head'.
Simple
And yes, I am still friends with them.
And yes, somehow, somewhere, we found a shop on Anglesey that sold
good woks.
I thank you all for your time tonight, you've been a wonderful audience...
Helga.
P.S. Sorry to all the Welsh people, but I just had to get a sheep in their somewhere
