No, biscuits, not those horrifying, doughy, mutant scone abominations in the top picture.
The second picture is accurate. Those aren't the exact biscuits that are on offer, but I shall attempt to get a photo later if my heist is successful.
its the lemonade debate all over again.
When in doubt, disagree with the Americans.
Probably the lowlight of my US trip, apart from maybe trying to explore LA at the last minute with my brother on barely any sleep.
Sorry, I'm afraid this means that you're not a real human being capable of joy.
But LA would have been scary enough if bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and the lockers at the greyhound terminal were malfunctioning so I had to guard our stuff while my brother went to find someone to fix it, and then we had to catch buses and subways and ugh, and then we made it to Hollywood mostly by luck and everything was weird as shit and hawkers were constantly in your face and then these other tourist jerks were crowded around in the way so I couldn't get a photo with John Travolta's handprints and on top of it all we had next-to-no spending money and my brother became grouchy as hell thanks to blood-sugar fuckery or somesuch. At least I got a cool Hollywood fridge magnet with incorporated bottle opener, as well as one of those unbelievably gauche "I <3 LA" shirts.
I'm sorry if that makes me less of a real human being, but I did find at least some joy in the situation.
I mean, it was exciting just being there in the first place!