Mainly Moans and Other Points of Interest

It was only last week when one of my more distant family members approached me and asked me to write them a letter of complaint to a car servicing garage for their shoddy service. This itself was not out of the ordinary, it was the statement that followed that made me smile a little inside.

“You’re good at complaining and moaning, so make it sound good.”

It’s true, once you ignite my wick, I won’t stop burning. If you set me off on the right track I could probably keep rambling long enough to put even your nan to shame. 

It seems though, us Brits, we like to complain, we like to moan and chow until the cows come home, but we very rarely do anything about it.

This morning I found myself daydreaming thinking, that a coffin would perhaps be a more pleasant, airy and less claustrophobic place to be than the awful cattle shed I was inhabiting at that given minute. That cattle shed, was somehow been passed off as a train.

As the heater blew on my face causing me to turn a fuzzy shade of overly-flushed-woman-about-to-collape, I stood up opened the window, only to sit back down, have it slam shut, and be forced to endure enjoy the tropical temperatures in my winter coat.

Admittedly, it isn’t winter, I probably shouldn’t have wore my coat on said journey, and I would have taken it off, if it wasn’t for the commuter almost taking homage on my knee and the poor lady behind me with her knees affixed lovingly in my back, I would have attempted the maneuver. 

As I sweltered away, simmering quietly, whispering words of fury under my tongue ready to explode my poisonous lava over anyone who dared nudge, knock or annoy me, the train conductor squirmed through the mounds of people to ask me for an obscene amount of fare, which seemed to had doubled since I had made the same journey the day before.

It was quite clear that I was not the only one overcome with this mass discomfort during this journey, I just wonder why every quashed commuter feels the need to put up with it and suppress what they do best. Moaning. 

Perhaps us Brits will one day learn to moan less and become more assertive? Nah, I don’t see that as very likely either.

It’s not often you come across something which ticks all the boxes, especially when it comes to the spongy variety. But when it comes to Fancie cupcakes, it just seems increasingly impossible to leave a box unticked.

After relentless moaning from friends, I felt it right to splash out on one of these “sacred” cupcakes… And let me tell you this much, they taste every inch as good as they look.

I will hold my hands up and admit that I “judged the books by their covers” and went for the ever aesthetically pleasing Victoria cupcake, but boy this cupcake’s cover looked tasty, and it didn’t disappoint.

I ate my cupcake the day after I bought it, which I suppose is a sin in itself, however the spongy base was still succulently soft and moist, which was a pleasant surprise. Another thing which shocked me, as the world-dominating bland bases take over the cupcake market, Fancie’s were easily one of the tastiest I’ve had in a long time.

Topping a generous blob of a jammy goodness comes the swirl of heaven, the butter-icingy type topping takes any sweet tooth to cloud 9, or for that matter, anyone with teeth…

I advise any Sheffielder who trudges past the stalls on a daily basis and has never tried one to dig deep (or not so deep at a mere £1.95ish!) and try one! I guarantee you will not be disappointed…

And they even give you a little plastic box to safe guard them in your handbag! These people are geniuses at work!

They have a variety of cupcakes ranging from Snickerlicious to Victoria, with a special each day. And the more you buy the cheaper they get, what more could you want?!

They have four stores in total, located in Meadowhall, the Winter Gardens, Sharrowvale Road and University of Sheffield’s SU.

These little bad boys are little bits of heaven that get posted through your door on a weekly basis, they bring happiness to the owner and envy to lone bystanders, when you see one of these boxes fall through your letter box on a Tuesday morning, it’s a race between yourself and your excitement, for the need to Graze.

They contain 4 little pots of healthy treats, which actually taste good. You can pick the things you do and don’t like on your website, meaning you don’t end up being the unpopular guy in the office with a box of wasapeas. You get a mix of things you love, like and want to try, meaning you’ll never get the same box twice.

The idea is, instead of snacking, you graze on little things inbetween meals. Perfect for the custard cream addicts out there.

Pure brilliance and I’m sure my subscription will be a longstanding affair.

For a free box enter promo code YTXCWY73 on the promotional code box on the Graze website.