Walnut Whips Fill me with Terror
The following post, from the director of a London PR agency, has nothing to do with PR, and will offer no insights to businesses wishing to learn about how our magnificent industry works.
“Childhood, you see, haunts us, but then we all know that. For most of us, it’s the little things that happen during our childhoods that scar us, that ‘cut our souls’ (Dostoevsky). An innocuous event, a habit, an object, a look, a smell….. mine? Mine was a walnut whip. My father — I called him ‘dad’ — always used to ‘have’ a walnut whip in his stocking, as my mum (never called her mother) knew that he liked them and so would place one there, right at the bottom by the satsuma and was it nuts? It was one of those things, a quirk of our Christmases, a habit of ‘our’ family — every Christmas, my father, who I called dad, would get his fucking walnut whip. And we never cried, when maybe, maybe we should.”

And there endeth the sermon from said London pr agency, which has SFA to do with PR.
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