You’ll all be thrilled to know that this is the last one I have before we can retire this charade masquerading as a proper post. We all have stuff we like to whip out (waaaaaay!) as a cheap post from time to time to fill the quota and tick the boxes. I still have plenty of guff to fill your screens, and your time with, so divant fret, pet, if you’re worried about the lack of meaningful content.
Surely in our roles as gods of the Internet, for existing so long in this digital hellscape, we practically invented meaningful content (or whatever passes for it these days).
Anyway, enough preaching. Guess the expiry date of this bottle of ketchup.
Here’s a little hint too; it’s nowhere near as old as any of the other entries.
11 comments on “Clompotition time (last one)”
I thought I had this from the label and the discolouration of the ketchup, but your clue absolutely seals the deal in a wigwam.
It’s June 2018.
It DOES, doesn’t it?
Now all we need to do is wait 8 weeks for Kevin to guess and we’ll be on our way to Chichester.
Chichester’s about 45 minutes from my house, but I expect eight weeks is about right from where you are.
Once you take into account the wind speed and the current pound minute conversion rate then it does all make sense. Believe me, I’ve checked the maths.
I see.
What is the current pound minute conversion rate? I’m interested to learn how you convert a sham.
You can’t convert the sham initially, you have to change it to a Tam o’ Shanter then swivel it over to the sham. It’s really gonna cost you, I’m sorry to say.
It’s not going to cost me a penny, since I don’t believe in pound minutes. I’m a pound minute atheist. I’m nailing my piece of paper to the church door saying “no you bloody don’t” to pound minutes.
You’re too busy paying for Pearly Kings to have anything to do with pound minutes, and that’s why you’ll never fully understand the majesty of the pound minute.
In other news, it’s just five and a half weeks to go until Kev’s guess, and then we get the answer.
It’s been long enough I suppose. He’s always so late.
Surprise!