Frosticle’s

Yes, this is the place. For what? The place where you will impress Mr. Millburn. Hyacinth, I’m not Frosticle material. I’ll never make a Frosticle. Richard, the refurbishment of the dining room is dependent on your career as a Frosticle.

Ah yes. Ye olde Grocer’s apostrophe. In a way it should help with these things, as the phrase is possessive. The apostrophe belongs to the grocer. I’m not saying that the lads down the local market are all illiterate, but if you take a stroll around there, you will see it happening almost in real time. If in doubt, do nothing. I pretty much apply this to every aspect of my life. The reason I’m banging on about it is that there are numerous sources for this episode splattered around the internet, with conflicting output. Frosticle’s with, Frosticles without. The only thing that swayed it for me is the ones not using the apostrophe are littered with other grammatical errors. So ‘Frosticle’s’ it is.

Whichever is correct, Frosticle’s are a frozen food company who have advertised a senior executive job that Hyacinth Bucket tries to convince husband Richard to apply for. For some reason, she concocts a ridiculous plan to get him to ‘deal with’ her unruly, boorish brother-in-law Onslow on a golf course, thereby impressing Mr. Millburn, the owner of the company. It all backfires when they happen across some actual, non-planted louts who then ‘deal with’ Richard, thus nullifying the whole escapade. That’s about as much as I can think about the show, as it’s so infuriating. And that’s testament to Patricia Routledge’s performances, I suppose.

The logo takes inspiration from a Swedish frozen food company famous for breaded pancakes from the 80s (not 80’s; see above). They binned them at the start of the century but they’re back, baby. They also had a much reported incident with horse lasagne in 2013. I don’t see the problem. As far as I see it, if you eat *any* animal, you should eat them all. Cats, frogs, dolphins, the lot. All in or all out, as far as I’m concerned.

The colours are fairly obviously from the hyacinth flower, complete with a cheeky leaf on the side. You know that way that processed food manufacturers try and convince you that their products are really good for you and that eating them every day won’t halve your lifespan? 300% of your recommended daily allowance of sodium?! Yeah Ok, but look at the soothing colours of nature. Eating this shit makes you immortal, actually.