The Tax Payer's Biscuit

Thursday, July 17. 2008

Free biscuits are one of the things that make life worth living.

When you get somewhere and find the fabled ‘complimentary biscuit’ it is truly a joyous occasion.

My personal favourite complimentary biscuit is what I like to call the ‘tax-payer’s biscuit’.

As a roving reporter I frequently attend council meetings in the evening. As fascinating as these are (ahem), my favourite thing about them is not the high level debating.

No. My favourite thing about them sits on a small table by the doors to the council chamber I Bracknell. Next to the tea (watery) and the coffee (lukewarm) sits a tray of complimentary biscuits.

They aren’t bad biscuits either. Frequently, in little, hotel style packets, they have such delights as lemon shortcakes, chocolate chip cookies and, best of all, posh sounding but delicious stem ginger cookies.

Honestly (if you’re a councillor it may be best to stop reading now) there have been times where my interest in planning applications has waned to the point where the only thing that has stopped me crying into my notepad has been the thought of tucking into another packet of biscuits.

There came a point during one particularly riveting meeting when there were a few raised eyebrows when I quietly got up and tip toed over to the biscuit table for the third or fourth time.

At first I thought ‘Am I taking a liberty here? Are these biscuits even meant for me?’ but then I reasoned with myself, ‘sod it, I’ve paid for these biscuits, I’m going to fill my boots’. So I did.

I would love to hear other people’s stories of complimentary biscuits. Which hotels leave the best biscuits in their rooms? Which offices have the best biscuits? Where’s the most unexpected place you’ve found a free biscuit?

Posted by Mike Pyle at 10:33 | Comment (1) | Trackbacks (0)

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The 'free' single, wrapped biscuits given out by women's hairdressers when they have tired of asking where you went for your holidays are scrummy. You can buy them in packets from Tesco but they don't taste the same. Perhaps it is the odd snippet of hair that makes all the difference

#1 laura cavendish on 2008-07-29 14:00 (Reply)

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