Gloria, they are still selling the horrid muck. I hated it as a kid. Ma, Pa, me and my late much loved sister Irene went down to Margate in 1949 for a vacation. Pa had been building Heathrow Airport and had got a lot of overtime. The boarding-house landlady served us Spam every day at every meal,[ food was strictly rationed then , and the crafty old szuka had gotten our ration books]. Eventually Pa was elected 'spokeman' for the guests, so he went and put his tie on, tackled her and said we must have something different.

Next meal it came in square slices instead of round ones! [Linked Image] We all laughed so much, we forgot all about the bloody ghastly Spam!

There is even a Spam fan club, ferkrissakes:
(Motto: "Slice it, Dice it!")

Aaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhh!

Alan

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