Noissome Brit sweeties...

[Nigel E. Richardson]

Peter Trachtenberg <tberg at echonyc.com> wrote:

> I hate to tell you this, Andrew, but Count Chocula is REAL. I trust none 
> of TRP's noissome Brit sweeties are. Or a-a-ARE they (gulp!)?

Slightly subdued versions surely existed, and I'm sure that back before
the 60s (when everything got horribly standardised) there were sweets
readily available that make those in GR sound quotidian. Rhubarb Creams
sound all too familiar.... The one I am certain still exists is the
mightly Meggezone which is pretty much as described - it doesn't just
clear your nose and throat, it practically sandblasts every passage,
artery and vein in your entire body with sub-artic menthol gales.... 

The funny thing is.... I've noticed that the shops that stock the somewhat 
subdued descendents of Mrs Quoad's favourites always stock the 
weirder "adult" mags, the bondage, spanking and discipline stuff. Any 
connection there, do you think?

Others that sound like they ought to come from that section of the book
include Army and Navy Tablets, Victory V's, Cough Candy, and, of course,
the sweet that launched a thousand fellatio jokes, the Fisherman's Friend.


But the nastiest sweet I've tasted wasn't English - my brother came back from 
Java recently with a bag of SCUDS - durian flavoured candies, little 
sweets that come in packets depicting Scud missiles. (A nice touch, huh?)
They taste that smell you get when you leave half an onion in the 
vegetable rack for about three weeks - only worse.... 

Still gagging from the memory of the taste...

Nigel



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