My mate used to closely inspect every piece of pork scratching in the packet, before he'd eat one.
I'd eat the ones with hairs on. Doesn't bother me in the slightest, nor the fat and salt.
Which is all the more surprising they didn't use those batons/truncheons to smash the teeth out of his head, then shove it down his throat to choke the c**t to death.
Which ones are they, mate?
I've read a few of them, years ago.
Looked online yesterday, and didn't realise he'd written so many!!
Forgot to say, it's been that long since I read them, only 'of pedigree unknown' was the one I remembered.