Iâm not proud, and I wouldnât normally admit to it, but I recently
partook of a meal of KFC â or what used to be called âKentucky Fried
Chickenâ until it was re-branded either to avoid the negative
connotations of fried food amongst health conscious fast food consumers
(you sickos know who you are), or because the chicken is no longer
fried, thus constituting a breach under the Trade Descriptions Act (a
section of the Fair Trading Act, apparently).
Either way, said chicken was consumed, no different to any other time the family has chosen to indulge in this sort of meal. But the previous time, for me, was quite a while ago. Years, Iâm thinking. So long ago that I was unfamiliar with the current incarnation of the Colonel Sanders caricature that adorns the packaging and related paraphernalia.
âHe looks like Kevin Rudd with a goatee and moustache,â my sister pointed out. Pretty funny. But get a load of what moustachioed-and-goateeâd Kevin Rudd was appearing on â it had been so long since Iâd dined on KFC that I was unfamiliar with this particular item:
Oh, I assume itâs the refreshing, lemon-scented moist toweletteâ¢. But the last time I encountered one of these, it came in a rectangular white package rather than this square red one. And it had directions on the back. No longer offering directions (as if they were ever needed!) it looks like the Colonel has branched out into prophylactics â as if KFC is the meal youâd treat a date to, en route to the boudoir. And theyâre doing it deliberately, since the package bears the legend âGETâ¦ freshâ â itself a âfreshâ (as in âimproperly bold or forwardâ) play on the other f-word you could be getting, had you that other, similar-looking packet. Although, what other options did they have for a catch phrase, motto or statement? âItâs finger-licking goodâ and âI like it like that!â would be just too cheeky.
The irony is, past experience has proven that the refreshing, lemon-scented moist toweletteâ¢ wipes up diddly squat. Open it up, and you have two more bits of rubbish to discard instead of one. Better off heading straight to the bathroom and washing your hands properly. But since we chucked our little packets without opening them, Iâll never really know if indeed it was one of those towelettes, and not some other device with which to âGETâ¦ freshâ. Who knows? Maybe KFC stands for the ââKevâs Frangerâ Condomâ.