Freeforester
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I found these recently while clearing an old filing cabinet - no association with the establishment - and I thought it may either amuse or bemuse, depending on one’s outlook.
Inevitably, though an inexact science, it seems that inexhaustible, inexorable, though both inexplicable and infernal, the infinite and inflammatory curse of inflation is the infliction we must suffer, however infuriating and inherently injurious to the innocent inquirer in this inscription; inside insights insinuate eventual insolvency, however insouciant or inspired one’s instant instincts instruct us.
It’s insufferable, yet insurmountable (without insurrection!), yet seems integral to our interdependence….
I remember as a child both Golden Winder crisps (imperial bag) were 3d a bag (1968 ish) . Any similar observations from the more senior statesmen?
As for interest…. I fear we are already lost!