...a lady turned up unannounced at the Maxim front desk who wasn't a model (boo!) with loads of photographs of her semi-clothed to show us (boo, again) but was giving out free stuff in the form of HIGGIDY PIES.
Now, we get a lot of free stuff at Maxim, and we don't want to sound ungrateful, disingenuous or downright snobbish, but most of it is shit. Keyrings that glow in the dark, PR shots for crap movies, books by Piers Morgan and the Pub Landlord...
This was different though.
This woman was about to sort out our pitiful lunches for the next week. And it wasn't just an ordinary shit-sandwich-lunch. This was a JOYOUS HIGGIDY PIE LUNCH.
Honestly, we've been asking her back ever since. Apart from that semi-dirty Keeley Hazell video on Youtube, the Higgidy Christmas pie is our new favourite thing in the world.
Why? It tastes ace. It's like one of your mum's better Xmas dinners surrounded in pastry and begging to be chomped with lashings of mustard/cranberry sauce. All the stuff tastes just like it should, the combinations of fillings are bang on and the texture reminds you of Saturday afternoons drinking sherry and watching Bond. We love them.
In fact, we're secretly hoping this glowing, near-kiss-arse review will mean we'll get some more delivered next week.
[Crosses fingers. Thinks of Jesus.]
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