Chumpotâ€™s Patent Rarefied Pigfat â€˜nâ€™ Sourdough Paste comes in handy tubes. Spread thickly on a digestive biscuit, or between two slices of sliced-up solidified milk sludge, it makes for a perfect picnic snack.
You will well know, if ever you have been held responsible for the packing of a picnic hamper, the difficulty of picking the appropriate picnic snacks. How common it is, to be sat in a meadow, pipe clenched in your teeth, moustache bristling, to be lambasted by your fellow picnickers as the picnic hamper is unpacked and harsh words are said about, say, the sausages or the unsliced, unsolidified milk sludge. Many an idyllic picnic has been destroyed before it has even properly begun because of hamper-contents fury. Many meadows have resounded with unseemly imprecations. Many moustache-ends have been tweaked with spiteful tugs by the fingers of furious picnickers reaching across the picnic rug to assault the hamper packer. It is a sorry state of affairs, but one which Chumpotâ€™s aims to make a thing of the past. Our pastes are beyond reproach.
We have been manufacturing pastes, in tubs and tubes, for over a century, from our pasteworks in Pointy Town. Old Pa Chumpot, who founded the firm, and whose moustache was as magnificent an example of the walrus variety as has ever been grown in this town, made it his business to end picnic unpleasantness good and proper. It is easy to chuckle at those early promotional leaflets, with their clunky slogans such as â€œThere will be no more unwarranted tweaking of moustaches at picnics when you pack Chumpotâ€™s pastes in your picnic hamperâ€, but they bespeak a great moral purpose. It was a time when meadows were loud with the din of moustachioed men wearing boaters, pipes clenched between their teeth, venting their fury at the choice of snacks packed into their picnic hampers. Bebonneted ladies blushed and held their dainty hands over their ears and, in some cases, swooned. Into this maelstrom stepped Old Pa Chumpot, with pastes specifically designed to bring due decorum to our meadows. For more than a hundred years now, the firm that still bears his name has continued to manufacture exciting and toothsome pastes, usually quite edible, for use at picnics. We are proud to do so.
Old Pa Chumpot ~ Cold mouth-pap
Are these potted picnic-pig-paste Chumpots the same Chumpots who make the patent soap?
I had always wondered what aspect of the soap they had patented? I even asked a lackey at the patent-office to find me any patents pending or otherwise that pertained to pigs, potted-paste, paste in tubes and soap. Two days later the lackey returned with a tower of paperwork, none of which pertained to the Chumpots or their pastes.
In the absence of evidence, I am forced to take a “faith-based” position, which is that I believe the soap is made from the left-over pig-fat which could not be enpasted.
Try to break my faith!