I tried a deep-fried Mars Bar and, surprisingly, it wasn't as sickly as you'd expect. If one had to endure an existence in a bleak, uncivilised place one might find comfort in such fare, especially with the traditional heroin accompaniment.
I've eaten black beaver (haven't we all, no offence jarrod) I mean black beaver tail on a hunting trip to Lithuania, big fuckers, mine weighed over 19 kilos. The tail is a delicacy to the locals, aquired taste I think, mine tasted like shit.
As for the culinary cavortings of our aortally clogged filthy pictish neighbours, I'm all for it, it's a step up from their traditional cannibalism. Anything which helps them shuffle off one of the shortest mortal coils in Europe, is fine by me!