Garibaldi was my favourite biscuit as a child .
Affectionately known as Squashed fly cemetery biscuits..
Still my go to travelling and camping breakfast biscuits.
Reasonably nutritious, doesn't break up into pieces easily..
Why after 70 years of her reign..
Do we still call it The United Kingdom..
Shouldn't it be a Queendom by now??
More outdated defaulting to the male patriachal nonsense.
The monarchy just holds up all these nonsense ideas of 'bloodlines' and divine rights..
My boring Garabaldi story....
In 1983, my heroes came to visit.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOA1WVqkngM
For me, there was only ONE to watch, the South African Shaun Thompson (8m 10s into the video) - it's his footage on the Old spice advert of old.
As kids on holiday in Cornwall ,my Dad would take me to see the surf-movies that would tour the village halls of Devon and Cornwall where we'd watch the stars of the day, Thomson, Mark 'wounded Gull' Richards, Gerry Lopez, riding the breaks of Hawaii, Bali, South Africa, Australia. Shaun Thompson was my hero, with his fluid effortless style.
And then in 1983 with my mates, a camera with telephoto lens, and a packet of Garibaldis, I was there on Fistral beach watching the competition and taking photos.
At one point we were walking along the beach and there standing on his own was Shaun, just out of the water after a practice on our puny Cornish waves. Bold as brass my mate Reggie strolled right-up and started chatting to him and the rest of us followed.
In my hand was the packet of Garabaldis which I duly shared with my hero as we chatted, on 'my' beach in the summer of 83.
Childhood dreams that last a lifetime are made in these moments....