They say you love it or hate it, but there is middle ground.
On eating I would be on the hate side, but I can easily not put it into my mouth.
Marmite to me is the scent I would wake up to in the great party house of old Amesbury town and brings back many fond memories waking up on that floor …… including the final occasion:
Unusually fond as:
At the initial more ‘public’ party in the function room of the Stonehenge Inn Durrington I made a new lady friend, and became separated from my group. I failed to interpret the status of her male friend and should have been subject to the minimum of a punch in the face.
Making a tactical departure, and considering taxi waiting times, I walked with other new friends/strangers from Durrington to Amesbury expecting to meet the after party in full swing
But I discovered the crowd struggling with a ladder and attempting to launch one of the smaller members of the group from the highest reach of the ladder into the upper open part of an upstairs window.
The ladder almost came crashing down as the launcher lost his balance sending the launchee out of sight.
A crashing noise was heard from inside then silence.
At this point I was updated on the dramatics I had missed outside the front of the Inn whilst I was otherwise occupied making a new friend
The Mr X & Mrs X of the house had opted to open up about the problems in their marriage that had previously been in silence, and both revealed that they were both seeing others.
Major explosions and drams
Mr X had gone off in a huff, presumably to wake up his Miss Y, and Mrs X had called her Mr Y and was left by the crowd once he arrived for Mr Y to calm Mrs X ….. and she sent them ahead with the plan to catch up
The crowd bundled into all available taxis and then realised that all keyholders were AWOL
After some further delay there was a rattling and banging from the inside of the front door
Still no joy - no key found inside for the mortise lock
Updated instructions were yelled through the letter box for key searches, before an inspirational call cried out “Open the back door and come round the side and unbolt the gate”
(I would possibly have preferred watching another ladder incident to scale the gate)
We were in
The after party became a sit around session updating all on the various events until Mrs X & Mr Y arrived ….. also with no key, and a few minutes of letter box directions to find the spare before falling back to the side gate route
No waking up to marmite this time as no sleep was had, but there became a point in time where the toast and marmite / buttered toast began. So the usual scent brought some normality
A recce party was sent out to retrieve the kids from the sitters house around the corner & the rest of the morning was occupied by a group of zombie party goers distracting the kids with repeated viewings of Finding Nemo
(My first viewing - and hearing the words ‘just keep swimming just keep swimming’ also bring the fond memories just like marmite)
During one of the viewings there was a knock at the door, and a confused courier was wary about handing a parcel to a strange crowd as they informed him that the front door can’t be opened and that we all broke in round the back last night. Probably too much detail, but he finally handed it over and surprisingly didn’t send the police
To sum up - I’m a marmite hater but scent of marmite lover
PS
After the dramatics things went amicably, the kids built mum a downstairs bedroom and Mr & Mrs lived seperately together much better
They divorced, the party house was sold and they all lived happily ever after
Party life was never the same again
