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Well sporks tend to be rather flimsy and useless in the end, so I vote we ban them from the fforums entirely. You just can't get that last bit of anything out of a container with those infernal tines sticking out on the end, and the handles and tine-points tend to break off too easily, causing choking and tooth-breaking hazards. If having both and fork and a spoon is just too inconvenient, then use your fingers and be done with it!
Cheers,
gailfus
"In the absence of clearly defined goals we become strangely loyal to performing daily acts of trivia." - Unknown
We had a friend of the family who was paralysed down one side, who had the BEST spork. It was heavy duty! Heavy duty Spork... Now there's a name for a metal band.
I remember when they first became available in Oz under the name *Splaydes*.
In my neighbourhood, the ability to 'play the spoons' was, at the time, considered to be a mark of genuine musical talent and we kids marvelled at this dexterity as evidence of genius. Strolling spoon players were often to be seen on street corners or on makeshift stages in the market-place along with gum-leaf blowers and the maestros of the comb-and-fag-paper. We were a musical nation in those days.
Those professionals of the art disdained the use of the new-fangled splaydes. Apart from the risk of hand injury, during the bits where one tapped them on the thigh or knees they figured that this would be a case of "disporting oneself with splayde legs" against which there were several ordinances and heavy fines under the Public Lewdness Act of 1947.
Times and tastes (and ordinances) change of course and I haven't been back to the old neighbourhood in decades. I look forward to a visit at some future point, where I will sit in the market-place some hot Summer afternoon again, reminiscing about the spoon players and gum-leaf blowers while I marvel at the newness of all the knorks and splayde legs that will now, probably, have replaced them.