Up north, where people mostly live in caves, I'm told the staple diet revolves around Greggs' pasties and sausage rolls. Down south though, especially here in Cornwall, there's a wide choice which includes Warrens', Rowes' and Nile's crusty savouries. In fact the Cornish pasty is probably more of a Cornish icon than our black & white flag. And if it isn't sold hot then it's usually at least quite a few degrees above 'cold', a point at which it would presently be rendered non-VAT. There is much talk in these parts about Osborne's 'stupid pasty tax', and of how it might have been dealt with in Cornwall's smuggling days. One old sage told me yesterday: "In the old days communities was united. An' if any guvmint taxman came snoopin' round villages 'ed av bin pelted fust with stale pasties, captured, then trussed up back to front on a 'orse an' sent gallupin back out of the county. That's if 'ee wern't kilt fust!"
Mind you yesterday was April the first.