These are in my foto archive. I must have saved them ages ago from somewhere online.
This old toy shop is Jeans in Lowestoft.
These are in my foto archive. I must have saved them ages ago from somewhere online.
This old toy shop is Jeans in Lowestoft.
Back in the Sixties and early Seventies, Christmas meant sweets in the UK.
Lots and lots of sweets.
Some of my favourites, mostly chocolate, were often clubbed together in that most fabulous of all human inventions, the Selection Box.
As much a part of the festive season as dodgy socks and dried stuffing, the Selection box was good to go at any time, whether it be part of the general manoeuvres through the whole of December or as a treat on the Big Day.
The best medleys included a Crunchie, a Curly Whirly, a bag of Fruit pastels, a Fudge and a Ripple. To be honest , it didn't matter what was in them. Even Caramac!
Far more important than any titchy chocs to be had in those flimsy Advent Calendars, Selection Boxes were essential gritty supplies to power you through the more boring rituals of the season.
Other sweets of note were sugared jellies or jellied fruits. Not my favourite at the time, a more sedate tid-bit to be found hiding on small coffee tables, the staple of visiting Aunties and my Mum's big-hatted friends.
Much more to my taste were Chocolate Brazils.
Always the same make, I forget the name, these rock-hard delights came in a flat box, with each nut nestled in a pleated paper cup. The chocolate around them was so thick you just had to eat it off like a fevered beaver.
A far more adult confection were chocolate liqueurs. I'm not sure I liked them that much back then, the injection of cognac or Tia Maria into my mouth a completely alien experience as a kid. I would eat them now though, no worries!
My final guilty pleasure has to coffee creams. Or is it cremes?
You know the ones, whether left behind in the chocolate box because nobody liked them or found in an entire box of cremes, this strange treat had a bad rep.
Less popular than the more suave peppermint variety or those pompous After Eights, the lowly coffee creme was an outcast in it's own munchbox.
I on the other hand adored them as a kid and to my good fortune, often found stragglers languishing in shame round the house at Christmas. Like a festive magpie I'd gobble them up before downing half a bottle of Tizer, that russet fuel of champions.
Ah yes, sweets at Christmas. Which were and are your faves readers?
Intrigued by Wotan Bill's idea of further female monsters in the Lincoln International style of the Girl Victim posted yesterday, I had a mess around this afternoon.
Here are basic ideas for the Mummy, the Bride and the Daughter/ Queen.
Dolls simply to hand were used for convenience so sizes vary. It would be a Mod Miss in the final thing.
All up in the air and yet to settle in the cauldron.
See what you think. Ideas welcomed.
Sometimes I look at the blog's stats.
For those interested in numbers, our most popular post since 2008 is one about Star wars blue milk I posted ten years ago in 2014. Its had just over 9,000 views.
Strangely, most of these were last year with over 7,000 views in one day, the 1st October 2023 [I can see the date at my end], which I can't explain. You can see the spike in the graph below.
Can anyone think why?