Please do yourself a big fave and keep off Mr Porkys.
I used to love my scratchings too, until I started a job working for an independent wholesaler that sold tobacco and confection as well as vending. I started at the bottom and worked my way through the company and ended up in sales. I saw every part of that company and the only thing that sticks in mind the most was that first day and the very first job of the day was to go and pick up the pork scratchings from the B&N factory.
If you can imagine a Renault Master Hi-top loaded floor to roof with scratchings that had been out the fryers less than an hour. It were like a pork sweat sauna. Grim as f*** it was and scarred me for life.
Jesus, I nearly puked. Since that day I have never touched a scratching again.
