Despite my dapper sense of dress and my long, personal history of colonial wars for empire, I am not British. That leaves me with only the vaguest sense of cultural relevance when it comes to the significance of the Christmas Mince Pie. Perhaps it is like our mythic Fruit Cake, often spoken of in jocular but wary tones, yet rarely spotted outside its rusting tin? Or our Santa Claus, the fecund ur-Fairy whose sinister, candy cane pipeworks splattered forth an army of gayly-clad drone elves to populate our children’s stockings with an eye-glazing array of corporate-branded entertainment modules? I do not know.
I also do not know if these USB Mince Pies are real, but considering their shopping page links back to a UK computer enthusiast magazine, my faith in them—like my faith in a Clockwork Messiah who, a full three days after shuffling off this mortal coil, rose from his case fully sprung—is unwinding. (Thanks, James!)
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