It seems a bit strange having a whole journal for one short series of entries, but it was the best way to collect all these entries together for some people at metaquotes without having to post them publically on my own (friends locked) journal ( Read more... )

My dad is throwing a wobbly about sweets ( Read more... )

My father has decided - whether through research or sheer conjecture based on the fact that the ingredients are in several languages - that his box of Liquorice Allsorts are the European kind, and that's why they taste funny. I suppose that is true of something like Coca Cola Lite, which tastes different to Diet Coke, but I have my suspicions that ( Read more... )

HE PHONED THE HELPLINE, PEOPLE. HE ACTUALLY PHONED THE HELPLINE ( Read more... )

WORRYING NEWS: my dad is threatening to withhold the letter from me because he's figured out I'm taking the piss behind his back ( Read more... )

Okay so I had to STEAL THIS by guessing my dad's password and emailing it to myself whilst he was distracted by hunting for a small chain (??? Don't ask me, he's the engineer) that he'd lost ('I just don't know where it could be! I had it RIGHT HERE! It's not like it has legs!') so I hope you appreciate it. Me and stealth operations don't really ( Read more... )

There have been DEVELOPMENTS on the Allsorts front, but I am awaiting further information before I post. It is all very dramatic though, I can tell you that much.

I found a note on top of a (completely unrelated) letter today, written in my dad's handwriting, that simply said this:

Rollerballs.
Balls roller.
Balls.No, I haven't got the foggiest ( Read more... )

So, in my dad's letter, he outlined four differences between GOOD ALLSORTS and THE BAD FAKE POSSIBLY EUROPEAN BUT DEFINITELY WRONG ALLSORTS. These were HIS FINDINGS:1. All the items are much too sweet and are much softer and squashier. This is particularly obvious in the all liquorice ones which taste entirely wrong (quite unpleasant in fact) - ( Read more... )

My brother: "I want to go to a chocolate factory."
Me: "Hey, let's go to Cadbury Bassets!"
Dad (mournfully): "I think I would be persona non grata."

Well, it's been over a month since my dad sent his last letter (which enclosed said findings FOR REVIEW) and we had just about given up on Cadbury Bassett, and, being a daddy's girl, I had secretly resolved to stick to Galaxy confectionery* and not give Cadbury's any more of my business ( Read more... )