“Beware the Judderman, my dear, when the moon is fat.”
If you’re a geriatric millennial like me, you might remember this jingle from a TV advert for a schnapps-based alcopop called Metz. In it, a sinister Jack Frost-like figure invites a commoner to indulge in the “deliciousness of judders”. Now, when I’m in a wood with a moon view, I think of him and get a bit scared.
