Those of you from countries with more culinary taste than these isles may never have heard of Spam. (I had thought that the USA was among those countries, but intensive research, or looking up Wikipedia as it is more commonly known, tells me that 3.8 cans are consumed every second in the US, and that the town of Austin, Minnesota, where it is produced, is known as Spam Town USA).
Spam is a rectangular slab of meat sold in a rectangular metal tin. It is the colour of an Irish person’s shoulders after his first full day on a Lanzarote beach (“Sun Cream? No way, sure how will I get a tan?”). The phrase “shocking pink” is the only way to describe it, the shock being that something that pink could possibly be considered edible. To further whet your appetite it has what Wikipedia calls a “gelatinous glaze”. In other words it is covered in a peculiar jelly-like substance like semi-frozen Vaseline.
What animal it is made of, and what part of what animal it is made of, is a complete mystery.
But not as big a mystery as why its rival on the market when we were kids was called Unox Luncheon Meat. It does not do to have a vivid imagination when tucking into that.
Anyway, you can tell that I have very little to write about today when I tell you that I am bringing Spam up (as I’m sure has happened to it many times) purely to ask this question:
Do you reckon the Spam company even bother trying to send email?