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Maggie's forgotten legacy - The ice cream turd machine


When you next visit your local Chinese Buffet all you can eat extravaganza (it's a guilty pleasure of mine) spare a thought for the dear departed Margaret Thatcher.  When you pull the lever to serve yourself from the Ice Cream machine, remember she made it possible.

It coils onto your plate for all the world like a turd made of Ice Cream. Fortunately tasteless, (one doesn't want to eat more shit than is absolutely necessary) this is air and sugar and dairy substitute.  Tart it up with some "chocolate" sauce and you're well on the way towards Type II Diabetes.

Of all the legacies of the late Prime Minister the ice cream turd machine is the most overlooked.

Rather than serve her country during the war against fascism (as even the then Princess Elizabeth did) Maggie took a chemistry degree at Oxford.

Before she met Dennis the wealthy husband who bankrolled her political ambitions she actually had to work for a living.  Margaret was employed by Walls the food company. Her scientific research involved finding out just how much air could be pumped into ice cream. All in the cause of maximising profits and ripping off consumers. .

Next time you dispense yourself an ice cream from one of the turd machines . . spare a thought for Maggie who made it all possible.

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