They seek him here, they seek him there........
But mostly, he's out researching on your behalf, dear reader. That means that today, somewhere in the world, he will be in an establishment forcing another one of the little goldies down his neck for the greater good of the Scone community.
Because of the mystery shopper nature of this exercise, there is no possibility of publishing a photograph on this site. Just imagine... if the owners of sconeshops got to know him, they would put on special treatment to curry favour. Lots of beautiful, fresh scones with lashings of jam and cream, and loads of hot coffee. Maybe I should blow my cover!
Here's a clue,
though. This is my left thumb, clutching roll and
banana, looking down Loch Lomond from Ptarmigan. Careful observation of
this and other revelations may lead you to my identity. There will be a
prize of course for the first to reveal the sordid truth. (I am not Delia
Smith nor Gordon Ramsay, nor Nick Nairn.... )
For information though, Sconemaster's face has been described as looking more like a plate of stovies than a scone! Hmmm.......
...And here, we see the my right hand, clutching a morsel of a fruit scone from the Irvine Buttery. with its fluorescent "jam" clearly visible like some sort of nuclear pluke.... The fingers of a concert pianist? A hand that has never done a day's hard work? You decide.... More of the Sconemaster will be revealed in due course.
And here, what's this? Another type of snashter?
Tut-tut!
But
I can also eat eat healthy stuff... "An apple in Glencoe", ©
Sconemaster 2006