No.263

Frozen in an unfathomably large Fox’s Glacier Mint for over forty years, the Fox’s Glacier Man was finally thawed out into a world he no longer knew. One minute he was a humble factory worker, trying in vain to halt an avalanche of minty fresh boiled sweets from causing an environmental disaster the size of which Leicester had never seen before, the next he was living in a futuristic world of portable speaking devices and falafel and halloumi wraps. Times had changed, but he hadn’t. He did smell very minty though.