bigmick wrote:metalhead wrote:KNAFE!!!!![]()
Mate I'm not being funny, but what the feck is that
just your ordinary sweet with melted cheese!!!

red37 wrote:Old English Spangles (Yak!!)
Pacers (Minty type of opal fruits) - hey yeah....OPAL FRUITS is right; not f*ckin STARBURST!!
bigmick wrote:Flying saucers were always hard to beat at the budget end of the spectrum. If you had 10p for a chocolate bar it was almost inevitable that it would come to 9p, or even worse to 9 and half pence (remember the half pence piece) which necessatated a visit into the penny area. Not only were all the sweets there of extremely questionable quality, but most had finger marks on where sprogs ignoring their mothers urgings to "only touch the one you're getting", had fondled them with their unwashed p!ss infected fingers.
bigmick wrote:Right this is about all the old sweets that touched your hearts when you was a kid. The point about the ridiculous decison to change the name of the Marathon, a heavywieght in it's class of mid priced nut and nougat (pronouned nugget, not fecking noo-gah) chocolate bars into a "Snickers" got me thinking about it.
We all know what "Marathon" means. It's a long race run by fit feckers with pronounced Adams apples, it's a long stint at something, it's a mammoth spell at the crease to try and save a test match on the fifth day in Bombay (or Moombye or whatever the feck they call it these days, STOP FECKING CHANGING THE NAME OF STUFF FFS!!!!). We know these things, but what the feck is a "Snickers"? Makes no fecking sense to me at all.
Anyway it got me thinking about this thread, and sweets you kind of grown up with.
THE RULES OF THE THREAD: Yes I know, sorry there has to be rules but there does. No just fecking machine gunning off a list of names, lets go one at a time on each post (two at a max if you must) and actually pay the sweets which you craved as a nipper some respect. Talk about it, explain it, and describe for the forum what they meant to you at the time.
I'm going to open it up with the fairly humble "Sherbert Fountain". I vividly remember the yellow wrapping with the bit of liquorice sticking out the top. I'm not absolutely sure who decided the combo of sherbert and liqourice would be a good idea, and in truth it never really worked, but the sweet was a roaring success.
It was fairly inexpensive and was very much considered a youngsters treat. You wouldn't be seen dead steaming into one once you got past about 10 years old, probably because you'd long since worked out that the amount of effort required to prize each grain of sherbert out of the packaging was the equivalent of trying to eat a bowl of rice with a cocktail stick, or a Pomegranet in any which way you like. I'm sure Mum's loved them because you'd give one to your kid and it would shut the little fecker up for half an hour as he tried to work out how to eat the b@stard.
Seasoned pro's soon worked out that the liquorice stick was fecking horrible anyway (Know anyone who likes Ouzo? I rest my case) so they'd biff that in the direction of the dog (even they are unsure about Liqourice though in fairness, they normally lick it and give you a "what the feck am I supposed to do with that?" look ) and go for trying to just skull back the sherbert. Catch it wrong and you ended up with white bubbles coming out of your nose, almost like a flash forward if there is such a thing. Catch it right even, and the top soon got soggy causing a log jam of the powder which couldn't be shifted. You then had to carefully open up the wrapper with the intention of just gorging yourself on the stuff. Usually in opening it, the paper would kind of spring open and fling the stuff all over the front room carpet, causing you to lay on the floor and try and lick it up before you got a gob full of dog hair and gave it up as a bad job.
Sherbert Fountains though mate, them were the days.
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