Monday, April 15, 2013

Mars Bars

Since my forthcoming book contains a word related to confectionery, I couldn't help slipping in a comment about the above subject.

Has anyone noticed recently how stingy a Mars bar is! There was a time when your teeth could barely bite into that thick coating of choc without chunks falling into your lap (only to be found later on melted). Oh and taste that seam of gooey caramel as it pulled away in a long stretchy string. And the centre! A bit thick slab of creaminess that glued itself for the rest of the day to the top of your mouth. You could barely get halfway through one without feeling sick. Not anymore, oh no! Now all it does is leave you wanting!

So what we have here is this: they slap up the price, and reduce the contents to a puny, lacklustre slab so thin you could slip it under the door.
I know, I know, it's probably better for the old waistline, but a Mars is a British Institution.
I feel cheated.
And besides...I'm thin.
So come on all you "Marses" fans, let's wage a war! We want our old Mars back, we want to chant "a Mars a day helps you work rest and play!' And mean it!

....can't believe this...just shows how desperate I am , but I know I'll get followers now, after all (in spite of being subjected to an endless torrent of programmes about obesity) we are a nation of choc lover.

Can anyone think of any other favourites that have been "emaciated"?

Bi for now

Tuesday, April 9, 2013


I love the title of my post. I work at a music publishing company for wind and brass instruments, and that is one of their titles. Very clever, don't you think?

Anyway, anyway, do you know I have over a thousand viewings on my blog, and hardly any comments. So come on folks, just a little comment here and there can go a long way. So far my best laid plans are coming to fruition because I've actually organised a company to do my book-cover. Yes, and his name's Andrew Brown--little plug for him, since he appears very professional.
Also, importantly, I've decided to keep my original book title WALKING ON MARSHMALLOWS. And for those who read my scribing, fear not Hazel's dying swan act didn't leave her dead! She's very much alive, and eating lots of custards slices. So, onwards and upwards.
Won't be long now and you can find out for yourselves.
Bye for now, no time, no procrastinations.
I need to write!