Postie has advised me on this and although I am not expecting problems I'll have two bags of bannana cake, seventy-five pellets of tic tacs, five sheets of high-powered blotter antacid, a saltshaker half-full of salt and a whole multicolored collection of jelly babies, wine gums, fruit pastiles, spangles . . . Also, a quart of lucozade sport, a quart of gatorade, a case of the squits, a pint or two of ESB and two dozen flapjacks. Not that I'll need all that for the trip, but once you get into a serious carb collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worries me is the ESB. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ESB binge and I know we'll get into that rotten stuff pretty soon . . .
H