Spangles - the cola ones were the best. No debate
It’s been a busy weekend. A 40th birthday party and helping out at a local music festival.
The birthday party was based around a disco where the DJ played hits from the 70’s and 80’s – the Sunday Dinner era of music, before songs were mashed-up, remixed and reheated for Monday tea in the Noughties. Most guests were happily wallowing around in nostalgia – think
The party’s theme continued right up to the end, (although this time my Dad didn’t come to pick me up in his slippers), when I was issued with a Party Bag that was full of all those sweets that so flavoured my childhood.
Today, my daughter insists that the only chocolate she eats is dark, organic and fair-trade. Not so the 'Spangles Generation,' who knew that the 5p back from the Corona bottle could buy you a bag of sweets that were reduced to just a few waxed paper wrappers by the time you got home. I was transported down my own
However, it was a mistake to consume all that sugar and E numbers just before going to bed. Eating flying saucers? – I thought I was in one of them…