If there’s no hobnobs, no custard creams, no bourbon, no fly cemeteries, no Garibaldis, no choccy digestives

I’d still rather eat a pink wafer before an Orio

They’re like the biscuit equivalent of beige

Thank you, I remember being young and trying them for the first time excited as American culture had bigged them up no end, and they turned out to be bland as anything and nothing on a custard cream.